Just a few minutes after Nangong Hexuan's car left the cabin, a piercing whistle blew past them.
Su Xiaoan finally found the opportunity to ask Nangong Hexuan the question he just asked.
"Are you really Netmir?" Because everyone was in their own cars just now, there were only two people in Nangong Hexuan's car, Su Xiaoan and Nangong Hexuan.
Nangong Hexuan didn't know how to answer Su Xiaoan. For him, he didn't like the name Netmir at all, and even hated it. For other people, the name Netmir was equivalent to the devil. Especially the underworld.
Inside, Netmir is even more of a well-known figure.
But for Nangong Hexuan, this name is not only bloody but also sinful.
Although he knows that Su Xiaoan is from the Rose Gang, this does not mean that Su Xiaoan can accept that he used to be an Italian mafia. Especially the fact that he is Netmir, so Nangong Hexuan dare not say that he
He was afraid that if he said this, Su Xiaoan would refuse to be with him, a devil.
There was a dull moment in the car. Su Xiaoan was still staring at Nangong Hexuan motionlessly, while Nangong Hexuan was also looking stiffly at the road ahead, not intending to discuss this kind of thing with Su Xiaoan.
After a long time, it seemed that Su Xiaoan knew that Nangong Hexuan was not ready to answer this question. Su Xiaoan turned his head again and turned it to the other side with an unhappy look on his face.
"We have to go to the airport now." Nangong Hexuan glanced at Su Xiaoan from the corner of his eye, and then spoke to break the oppressive atmosphere.
"Hmph..." Su Xiaoan snorted from her nose to show that she was very angry now, and twisted her neck back again.
"We are going home after we get to the airport." Nangong Hexuan ignored Su Xiaoan's attitude and continued to talk to himself.
"Humph." Su Xiaoan saw that Nangong Hexuan actually ignored her, and gave Nangong Hexuan a blank look, then turned his head back.
"Aren't you afraid of spraining your neck?" Seeing that Su Xiaoan's neck was almost 180 degrees different from before, Nangong Hexuan was really worried.
"That's much better than holding back your internal injuries." Su Xiaoan pouted, and then continued to maintain the same posture. Nangong Hexuan shook his lips and had to surrender, "Okay, okay, as long as you are willing to listen, I will give you everything."
Tell you, okay?"
"That's pretty much it." Su Xiaoan changed his angry expression and immediately came over with a smile and asked, "Hurry up and tell me honestly first, are you Netmir?"
Nangong Hexuan smiled bitterly, then turned the steering wheel and asked, "Why do you keep asking this question, is it important to you whether I am Netmir?" Nangong Hexuan didn't know that Su Xiaoan was sure.
What was the purpose of this question? Nangong Hexuan could not guess what was going on in Su Xiaoan's little head, neither before nor now.
So this kind of thing that was beyond control made Nangong Hexuan feel like a failure.
"Of course it does matter," Su Xiaoan put his little hands on his belly and struggled back and forth, "but I have to wait until you finish telling me this question before I tell you what I'm thinking, okay?"
Nangong Hexuan frowned, but seeing that Su Xiaoan's expression was not much different from before, Nangong Hexuan had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Just a few minutes after Nangong Hexuan's car left the cabin, a piercing whistle blew past them.
Su Xiaoan finally found the opportunity to ask Nangong Hexuan the question he just asked.
"Are you really Netmir?" Because everyone was in their own cars just now, there were only two people in Nangong Hexuan's car, Su Xiaoan and Nangong Hexuan.
Nangong Hexuan didn't know how to answer Su Xiaoan. For him, he didn't like the name Netmir at all, and even hated it. For other people, the name Netmir was equivalent to the devil. Especially the underworld.
Inside, Netmir is even more of a well-known figure.
But for Nangong Hexuan, this name is not only bloody but also sinful.
Although he knows that Su Xiaoan is from the Rose Gang, this does not mean that Su Xiaoan can accept that he used to be an Italian mafia. Especially the fact that he is Netmir, so Nangong Hexuan dare not say that he
He was afraid that if he said this, Su Xiaoan would refuse to be with him, a devil.
There was a dull moment in the car. Su Xiaoan was still staring at Nangong Hexuan motionlessly, while Nangong Hexuan was also looking stiffly at the road ahead, not intending to discuss this kind of thing with Su Xiaoan.
After a long time, it seemed that Su Xiaoan knew that Nangong Hexuan was not ready to answer this question. Su Xiaoan turned his head again and turned it to the other side with an unhappy look on his face.
"We have to go to the airport now." Nangong Hexuan glanced at Su Xiaoan from the corner of his eye, and then spoke to break the oppressive atmosphere.
"Hmph..." Su Xiaoan snorted from her nose to show that she was very angry now, and twisted her neck back again.
"We are going home after we get to the airport." Nangong Hexuan ignored Su Xiaoan's attitude and continued to talk to himself.
"Humph." Su Xiaoan saw that Nangong Hexuan actually ignored her, and gave Nangong Hexuan a blank look, then turned his head back.
"Aren't you afraid of spraining your neck?" Seeing that Su Xiaoan's neck was almost 180 degrees different from before, Nangong Hexuan was really worried.
"That's much better than holding back your internal injuries." Su Xiaoan pouted, and then continued to maintain the same posture. Nangong Hexuan shook his lips and had to surrender, "Okay, okay, as long as you are willing to listen, I will give you everything."
Tell you, okay?"
"That's pretty much it." Su Xiaoan changed his angry expression and immediately came over with a smile and asked, "Hurry up and tell me honestly first, are you Netmir?"
Nangong Hexuan smiled bitterly, then turned the steering wheel and asked, "Why do you keep asking this question, is it important to you whether I am Netmir?" Nangong Hexuan didn't know that Su Xiaoan was sure.
What was the purpose of this question? Nangong Hexuan could not guess what was going on in Su Xiaoan's little head, neither before nor now.
So this kind of thing that was beyond control made Nangong Hexuan feel like a failure.
"Of course it does matter," Su Xiaoan put his little hands on his belly and struggled back and forth, "but I have to wait until you finish telling me this question before I tell you what I'm thinking, okay?"
Nangong Hexuan frowned, but seeing that Su Xiaoan's expression was not much different from before, Nangong Hexuan had no choice but to nod in agreement.