Nangong Xuyao's Change 1

Nangong Xuyao gripped the paper tightly in his hands. His eyes were red and he gritted his teeth, trying to restrain the turmoil churning inside him. He kept panting heavily as if trying to vent the anger in his chest, but nothing seemed to alleviate it.

After a long while, he finally got his inner rage under control. Then, the corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile. He took out his phone and made a call. "Hello Mother, are you busy?"

Upon hearing Nangong Xuyao's voice, Murong Yanshu's tone turned cold. "I'm not busy, but if this is about discussing Ye Xiyuan, there's no need to continue. Accepting her as my goddaughter is already the biggest concession I can make."