C205 Inconscious

Nangong Ying was sitting in a low-profile, luxurious living room, leisurely drinking tea. He was in stark contrast to Nangong Hanye, who was standing there covered in blood. It had been more than ten minutes since Nangong Hanye arrived at the house, but Nangong Ying did not say a single word. He minded his own business and drank his martial arts tea.

"If there's nothing else