Feng Ruqing’s Misunderstanding Deepened I

Descending from the air, Nan Xian's white robe was like a painting. His hand gently wrapped around the young maiden's waist, then he calmly and indifferently looked at the man who was standing nearby.

"Nan Xian?"

Nalan Yan's heart was delighted. She had never anticipated Nan Xian's arrival as much as she did now.

This also allowed her to lower her guard.

Suyi had also suddenly appeared beside Nalan Yan. Her white robe was fluttering, elegant like a chrysanthemum. "In-law, although I do not know what is going on, you do not need to worry. Xian'er will take good care of Qing'er. This is his responsibility as a man. We do not need to be too bothered about other matters."

If her son was not even able to protect his fiancé properly, then she would really be ashamed.

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