Before Liang Nannan could speak, the black Maybach worth tens of millions sped away right in front of her.

Liang Nannan: "..."

Looking at the pile of things around her and Nan Luotong, Liang Nannan felt like crying.

She had seen how clingy Nan Luotong had been to Song Yuli all day. Now she didn't ask for anything else, only that Nan Luotong wouldn't cry and look for her aunt.

Because she really doesn't know how to coax children.

...

Song Yuli, who was in the car, was also a little dumbfounded.

"Why did you leave Tongtong behind?"

Nangong Yu glanced at her: "Heh, you want me to bring a third wheel?"

Song Yuli ignored the words "third wheel" and anxiously asked, "But Tongtong has autism, how can you leave her alone?"

Nangong Yu said calmly, "Didn't I leave your friends behind? Don't worry, someone will come to pick them up later."

Song Yuli: "..."

No wonder he was so confident; it turns out he had everything planned out.

With a helpless shrug, Song Yuli glanced at him, then snorted coldly, turned her head to the other side, and looked at the scenery outside the window with a sullen expression.

Seeing her like this, Nangong Yu narrowed his eyes, his gaze dark and unfathomable.

...

In the underground parking lot, as soon as Nangong Yu parked his car, Song Yuli opened the car door and got out first.

Upon seeing this, Nangong Yu quickly followed and walked to Song Yuli's side. He naturally took Song Yuli's hand, but Song Yuli broke free.

"Don't touch me, I'm in a bad mood right now."

After being rejected by Song Yuli time and time again, Nangong Yu's expression also turned somewhat unpleasant.

"Song Yuli, what do you mean?"

Song Yuli: "I don't mean anything by it. I just don't want to see you right now, I don't want to talk to you, and I don't want you to touch me."

Nangong Yu sneered: "You're my wife. If I don't look at you, who will I look at? If I don't pay attention to you, who will I pay attention to? If I don't touch you, who will I touch?"

Song Yuli rolled her eyes. "Who cares about you?"

After uttering those three words, Song Yuli turned and walked towards the elevator.

Nangong Yu narrowed his eyes as he watched Song Yuli's figure, but upon seeing the monitor on the side, he still strode after Song Yuli.

They should settle their issues at home; they shouldn't make a fool of themselves in front of others.

...

"Snap—"

Song Yuli opened the door and walked in with an unpleasant expression. Nangong Yu followed her in, closed the door behind her, grabbed Song Yuli's arm, pressed her against the wall, and placed one hand on her ear, his masculine scent enveloping her tightly.

Wall slam!

Looking at the handsome face magnified in front of him, Song Yuli's heart started pounding.

However, she then felt disgusted and contemptuous of herself.

Bah! You've been won over by mere beauty; what use are you?

Nangong Yu naturally noticed Song Yuli's change, so he slightly curved his thin lips, lifted Song Yuli's chin with his other hand, and spoke in a low and seductive voice.

"Sweetie, tell me why you're angry."

Song Yuli: "..."

Wow, is this some kind of flirting technique?!

Waaaaah, I really want to pounce on him!

Song Yu pursed his cherry lips and stubbornly insisted, "Who's angry? I'm not angry!"

Nangong Yu gave a helpless smile: "Since you're not angry, why don't you want to talk to me?"

After hearing this, Song Yuli rolled his eyes speechlessly: "I just don't want to talk to you, do I need a reason?"

Nangong Yu nodded firmly: "Yes."