But that's not actually the case.
He had never seen it either.
They probably wanted him to go back and inform them.
That night, Nan Qiaosheng let Yan Jie go.
A few days later, Master Nan took the initiative to call him.
At that time, Rong Shang was sitting next to him eating.
When the phone rang, Nan Qiaosheng glanced at her, told her to take her time eating, and left to answer the call.
In the cold winter of December, the north wind howled.
A cold wind blew in from the balcony. Rong Shang glanced at him and saw him standing by the corridor.
There were no lights on outside, and the man's slender figure was hidden in the darkness, with only the white light of the phone screen in his hand shining through.
Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and Rong Chang couldn't see what the nickname on it was.
She wrapped her coat tighter around herself, turned around, picked up the bowl on the table, and took a sip of hot soup.
A few seconds later, the man's voice reached my ears without missing a single word.
Rong Shang finally realized that the call was from Second Master Nan.
Nan Qiaosheng calls him Second Uncle.
So that's how the relationship is.
But Rong Shang never paid attention to who his family members were.
The only thing that caught her attention was the word that appeared most frequently in their conversation: things.
As for what it was, Rong Chang didn't know.
They only knew that the thing was very important; otherwise, this group of people wouldn't be so nervous.
At ten o'clock, Nan Qiaosheng came back from the balcony after finishing her phone call.
The food on the table was half cold, but he didn't seem to want to heat it up. He picked up his chopsticks, took some food, and started eating.
Nan Qiaosheng was aware that the girl beside him was watching him the whole time he was chewing.
But he ate slowly and leisurely, as if nothing had happened.
After serving the soup, Rong Shang's phone rang repeatedly. Nan Qiaosheng paused, finally turning her head to look at it.
Just then, Rong Shang hung up the phone.
He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why didn't you answer?"
He was direct, and the other party didn't mince words either: "It was Feng Xi who called. You want me to answer?"
"..."
With just one sentence, he successfully shut Nan Qiaosheng up.
He even frowned slightly when he heard the name Feng Xi.
It's clear that he cares about the connection between Feng Xi and her.
He took a sip of the soup, but still felt something was off.
He couldn't help but ask, "Are you from the same school?"
"classmate?"
Damn it, this is all to distance herself from Feng Xi.
Rong Chang admitted it.
There was nothing between her and Feng Xi to begin with, so there's no need to be coy about it.
Her honesty cheered Nan Qiaosheng up a little, and after dinner, she even cleaned up the table by herself.
When he came back after washing his hands, he walked up to her and glanced at her.
He initiated the conversation, asking, "Is there anything you want to ask me?"
In that instant, Rong Shang looked up from her phone screen, stared at him, and asked without thinking, "What are you looking for?"
"family heirloom."
"A family heirloom?" Rong Shang raised an eyebrow, almost laughing.
Do these things still exist these days?
"Have they gone missing?"
"Um."
Nan Qiaosheng responded and sat down next to her.
Actually, it's unknown whether anyone has ever seen that thing.
All that is known is that each successor to the Nan family must have possessed a family heirloom.
As for this family heirloom, to put it bluntly, it's just a bead.
But at that time, the two elders of the Nan family were murdered, and their family heirloom mysteriously disappeared.
He happened to leave the Nan family because of his attempt to elope.
That's why Master Nan thought the family heirloom was in his possession.
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