Nan Yu lowered her head and nodded slightly.
Nan Zhuoyuan reached out and patted her shoulder, his gaze filled with doting.
"Xiao Yu, your big brother will always be your big brother, and you will always be my sister. You can tell me anything that's troubling you."
Nan Yu slowly looked up and met his gaze, feeling her heart beating violently.
Her eyes slightly reddened, she hoarsely said, "…okay."
Nan Zhuoyuan watched as Nan Yu got into the car and drove away, his eyes full of reluctance.
He took out a cigarette, leaned against the car, and smoked fiercely, one drag after another.
Only after Nan Yu's car was safely out of his sight did he crush the cigarette in his hand.
Then he turned suavely, got into the car, and spoke coldly like an emperor.
"Back to the ancestral home!"
Two hours later, at the Nan Family ancestral home.
Nan Zhuoyuan stepped out with his long strides from the car, exuding an imposing aura.