"Speak!" Nangong Yehen stood like a dark king, his entire being radiating cold, sinister authority.
"After Mo Ercong died, he left behind a group of brothers. One of them wanted to rebel and avenge him. His ambition is huge—he wants to become the city lord..."
"I want to see this man immediately!" Nangong Yehen abruptly cut off Mo Qiang's words.
"Master, the brothers he brought to T City, along with him, have all been secretly killed."
Hearing this, Nangong Yehen frowned. "Who killed them?"
"Gan Bao Hall."
"Gan Bao Hall?" Nangong Yehen raised an eyebrow. He had never heard of this sect before.
"Yes."
"Why did Gan Bao Hall kill them in secret?"
"It seems to be to avenge the hall master's father."
"Who is the hall master's father?"
"Unknown."
"I want to know who the hall master of Gan Bao Hall is as soon as possible!"
...
"I don't have time!" Chu Lingzhi's face flushed red as she glared at Nangong Yehen, who was standing in the hallway.
Was he joking? He wanted her to bathe him?
Did he think he was Nangong Yichen or Chu Junyu? He wasn't a five-year-old boy.
Damn it, she had finally gotten Nangong Yichen to agree to let her accompany him while he did his homework, and now she was being called to be a servant.
Chu Lingzhi protested—strongly protested!
"I see you're bored out of your mind," Nangong Yehen said coldly, his gaze deep.
"You're the one bored out of your mind." She was a woman; she didn't have a mind to be bored with.
"You must serve me!" Nangong Yehen sneered coldly.
"I'm willing to do other things, but I won't help you bathe." Chu Lingzhi's face was red with anger as she gritted her teeth and glared at Nangong Yehen.
This damn man, couldn't he show some restraint in front of the children?
In truth, Nangong Yichen and Chu Junyu were focused on their homework, sitting upright and looking serious, completely unaffected by their conversation.
"I don't need you to do other things. Woman, my patience is limited!" Nangong Yehen shot her a cold look that clearly said, "Don't provoke me," before turning and heading back to the bedroom.
"He's not a three-year-old kid, why does he need me to bathe him? So pretentious!" Chu Lingzhi cursed angrily.
"His arm is injured," Nangong Yichen looked up and reminded her.
Chu Lingzhi snorted. "It's not broken; he can still move it."
"Moving it too much will affect the wound healing," Nangong Yichen added.
Chu Lingzhi raised an eyebrow, looking at him in surprise. "Little treasure, you want me to go bathe him?"
Nangong Yichen's expression was indifferent. "What's wrong with that?"
Chu Junyu, who had been silent until now, also looked up and chimed in, "Yeah, what's wrong with that?"
"I'm a woman, and he's a man!" Chu Lingzhi was exasperated.
"Do you want the bodyguard uncle to bathe him instead?" Nangong Yichen, who usually spoke little, was unusually talkative tonight.
"..." Chu Lingzhi was momentarily speechless, looking at Nangong Yichen with great difficulty.
"Dad definitely won't let the bodyguard uncle bathe him. Mom, if you really don't want to bathe him, let Lin Ling do it. As they bathe, sparks might fly, and ten months later, the third young master of Nangong Manor will appear," Chu Junyu said slowly and calmly.
Nangong Yichen looked up at her when he heard this, then lowered his head to continue his homework.
Chu Lingzhi was afraid that if she bathed him, she might end up being devoured by him.
She pursed her lips, her face full of conflict and hesitation.
The thought of letting a maid in the manor bathe him, seeing his naked body, made her feel uneasy.
And the thought of what might happen made her heart even more unsettled.