He didn't notice it when looking at him from a distance, but when he faced Leng Yan up close, Nan Rongxu suddenly felt like he was his brother.
But he knew it was impossible. If there really was a descendant of the Nanrong family living outside, he, as the next generation head of the Nanrong family, could not have been unaware of it.
But this man is really too much like him. Can strangers really be 70% or 80% similar?
Is this just a coincidence?
Nan Rongxu felt that the Nanrong family, with few descendants, would not let their bloodline be lost outside, but at the same time he could not help but feel suspicious.
He couldn't take his eyes off Leng Yan's face, and his fast-paced mind allowed him to ignore the discomfort in his body for a short period of time.
Suddenly he thought of the biggest secret of the Nanrong family mentioned by Tang Xilu.
My heart was beating a little faster, as if something was rippling in my chest, ready to burst out.
The people around Nan Rongxu were not as complicated as Nan Rongxu thought.
They just felt incredible, and their eyes were filled with "Strange, too strange, how come this person looks so much like the young master, take another look."
“Cough cough cough…”
It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it also seemed like only a moment. The faintly rising atmosphere of confrontation did not last long before it was broken by a rapid cough.
"Young Master! Let's go back and find a doctor!"
The people around Nan Rongxu woke up from their surprise and surrounded Nan Rongxu to get on the carriage.
Nan Rongxu was too weak to move forward and could only be supported by them.
He looked back, his eyes moving back and forth between Yan Cheng and Leng Yan, as if he wanted to say something to them, but in the end he didn't.
"He is Nan Rongxu." Leng Yan said affirmatively.
Leng Yan knew Nan Rongxu, and he had also seen the portrait that Yan Cheng had hidden in the bottom of the box.
Yan Cheng responded indifferently, still thinking about Nan Rongxu.
The carriage belonging to Yan Cheng drove away, and half of the guards around them were gone.
Leng Yan withdrew his gaze, but noticed that Yan Cheng was still looking in the direction the carriage left, and frowned.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the oil-paper bag, moved his fingers a few times, then raised his hand and placed the peeled chestnuts in front of Yan Cheng.
Yan Cheng blinked blankly, took the sweet chestnut and put it in his mouth.
“It’s delicious.”
The two stood by the road and did not leave for the time being. When they heard Yan Cheng say that chestnuts were delicious, Leng Yan peeled a few more for Yan Cheng to eat.
When Yan Cheng was eating the fourth chestnut, Leng Yan suddenly said while pinching the oil paper bag: "I don't like him."
Yan Cheng raised his eyes, Leng Yan lowered his head, and the two looked at each other in silence.
Yan Cheng raised his lips and smiled, saying, "Then I don't like him either."
The corners of Leng Yan's mouth curled up in a subtle arc.
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