Jiang Nanyan's babble was very vague. Although he concentrated and tried to hear it clearly, he still couldn't understand what she was saying after listening for a long time.
But from what Miss Jiang said just now, she must be having a nightmare.
Mo Yong originally wanted to go in to see what the detailed situation was, but he was afraid that he would disturb Jiang Nanyan, so he never dared to go in.
Just as he was hesitating and preparing to inform Wang Zhiyu, Wang came back first.[
Mo Yong breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Didn't you tell me to inform the king if there is any movement?" Huangfulian glared at Mo Yong with a reproachful look, opened the door and rushed in.
Mo Yong looked puzzled as he watched him hurriedly and even staggering.
He really didn't understand. It was just a nightmare and nothing serious. Was it necessary for the king to be so nervous?
Mo Yong, who had never liked any woman before, didn't even understand what it was about Jiang Nanyan that made Wang so fascinated that he was so obsessed that he almost lost himself.
Mo Yong stood there, looking at the door that had been closed long ago, puzzled.
Huangfulian didn't have time to think about what Mo Yong was thinking. After he entered the room, the first thing he did was rush to the bedside and hold Jiang Nanyan's hand.
Jiang Nanyan is having a nightmare!
Her face turned pale, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, her whole body was shaking, and she kept mumbling something to herself.