Chapter 1208: This is Simply the Rhythm of Internal Strife

He lowered his head, his eyes glancing toward the floor with a complicated look that contained a hint of strangeness.

Only, Hashimoto Ai did not see it.

On the other end, Nangong Wangcai scrambled and rolled as he ran back to his family.

At that moment, the old patriarch was half-dead lying in bed, clutching his chest, whimpering incessantly.

He had already instructed his subordinates, as soon as they saw Nangong Wangcai return, to immediately summon him.

So several subordinates were vigilantly waiting at the main entrance.

Nangong Wangcai had intended, upon his return home, to first find his father and tell him about the situation to see how to handle it, hoping to keep it from others for the time being.

Unexpectedly, he was caught by the subordinates as soon as he returned.

No excuse about having diarrhea or wanting to take a bath first was of any use, as he was dragged by his subordinates and pushed into the old patriarch's room.