No reply.
There really was no reply!
But the message was shown as read...
Yan Nansheng's brows furrowed tightly, a wave of bewilderment flashed through his somewhat muddled mind. Could it be... was the little girl angry?
Sigh.
Massaging the temples that ached from drinking too much, he quickly sent another message, "Yanyan, be good. Your dad found out about my last trip to Paris. Don't worry, let's just lay low for a while. Once your uncle cools down, I'll come to see you. Be obedient, alright?"
Still no reply.
Yan Nansheng frowned.
"Young master." A servant came over with some honey water.
Yan Nansheng waved her away, sat on the sofa, and waited, and waited, until the waves of drunkenness overtook him, and he passed out on the sofa...
.
On the other side of the ocean, in Paris, France, at a high-end private hospital.
On the ghastly pale corridor, Feng Yanyan sat with her head down, draped in an oversized, dark trench coat, with someone sitting beside her...
