Han Feng was looking at Nangong Qiu nervously. This was already the fifteenth time he had looked at Nangong Qiu since the meal. Naturally, he also saw Yao Ji's expression, and unlike Nangong Qiu, he had been accompanying Yao Ji to the restaurant for the past three years.
I saw a lot of her smile in the morning, and now it seems to be very charming.
Han Feng has not forgotten at all that Yao Ji had the same expression when she ordered a minister of the court to die behind the curtain. She even heard the scream of the man being beaten with the stick... (To be continued)