Nangong Chen was so stupid that Jing Ao was right. She hated the Nangong clan very much. Suddenly, he hated his surname Nangong.
"It's Shenshi this afternoon, what are you going to do?" Jing Ao looked at the secret letter.
The red handwriting is beautiful and vigorous, with a faint sense of coldness and arrogance. Maybe it is really an unintentional handwriting, so he decided to put away the secret letter.
"Let's go." Nangong Chen glanced at Jing Ao, but did not object.
"Where to go?" Jing Ao asked embarrassedly.
"Jiaojin Tower." Nangong Chen stood up and left the hall.
During the Shen period, the two of them went to Zhujin Tower, and someone had already been waiting in front of the door.
The manager led the two into the back hall, then made tea and lit incense, neither slow nor tight, and served them attentively, but they were only not performing singing and dancing.
Nangong Chen and Jing Ao looked at each other, and a doubt flashed in their eyes. They were here to negotiate, not to drink tea.
"Okay, let your officer come out." Jing Ao waved his hand, without any intention of drinking tea.
"Please wait for a moment," the manager said politely, and then exited the hall.
It was not until the moment of Shen Shi that Wuxin and Qiutong came. Seeing Nangong Chen and Jing Ao coming alone, without even a follower, they couldn't help but feel a little more alert.
Nangong Chen and Jing Ao's hot eyes fell on Wuxin, as if they were afraid that she would disappear.
Wuxin was still wearing a plain gauze dress, a veil on his face, and a cold face. He sat on the other side of the long table, opposite Nangong Chen.
Qiu Tong looked calm and his apricot eyes slightly closed. He glanced at the two of them, and felt cold and sarcastic in his heart. He sat down slowly or tightly.
"Miss Qiutong, Miss Wuxin." The manager served the tea respectfully, then left the hall and waited outside the door.
Qiutong picked up the tea and tasted it lightly. She basically didn't interfere in this matter. Wuxin had already planned it. She came just to do it and even watch the show.
Wuxin frowned, and her beautiful eyes turned cold: "Have you seen enough?"
Jing Ao withdrew his gaze, and there was a rare hint of embarrassment on his face.
Nangong Chen looked sad and felt very sad. She still resisted so much. He knew very well that no matter what he did, he could not make up for his debts to her. He even resented his mother, why did Ya'er get thrown away?
"Please check it out." Wuxin pushed the document in front of the two of them. She put aside all personal grudges and said expressionlessly.
Jing Ao picked up a copy and saw that he was stunned. What kind of treaty was this? Complete deprivation, threats, and intimidation were like selling Jin Liguo to Yandian.
"I want to see your master." Nangong Chen was very calm and said calmly.
"I also have to come forward for such a small matter. What else can my master keep us for?" Wu Xin said indifferently, his tone was quite polite.
A small matter? Jing Ao's mouth twitched. This is still a small matter. Then what is a big matter?
"No, it's not for this matter, I have other things." Nangong Chen said.
"What's the matter?" Wu Xin's eyes flashed with suspicion.
"If you ask your master to come, I will naturally tell her." Nangong Chen said.
"I have to inform you. If it is a trivial matter, you don't have to disturb my master." Wu Xin's tone became a little cold and a little unhappy.
"If you can't see your master, I'm sorry I can't agree." Nangong Chen looked at the document and said indifferently.
"Do you think you still have any choice?" Wu Xin glanced at Nangong Chen and said indifferently, revealing a sense of confidence in his tone.