C46 The Gentle Eye of the Southern Salamander

"Tch!"

After Wu Jiaxin left, the surrounding people started to hiss at her in disdain.

Yan Xiaoke, on the other hand, heaved a sigh of relief after Wu Jiaxin left.

Without any time to calm his breathing, he immediately bent down and picked up the glasses on the ground and put them on.

Then, he turned to the women around him and said seriously, "Ladies and gentlemen, our Young Lord likes peace and quiet, so please don't disturb him. Please leave on your own."

His tone was calm and unhurried. Even though his small black face was swollen high up, his expression revealed his firmness. It really made those women feel embarrassed as they curled their lips and left.

Actually, they weren't really shocked by Yan Xiaoke's words. They saw clearly that even if they stayed here, Young Master Nan wouldn't spare them a glance.

Since he couldn't win Young Master Nan's favor, why should he continue to stay there? After all, he couldn't be like that foolish woman from before and go beat up that ugly servant!

Not only would he lower himself like this, he would also offend the Nan Family. After all, what that ugly woman said was very reasonable, isn't it?

Wasn't beating up someone else's servant just an indirect insult to their master?

At the same time, those who had come to watch the show also took their leave.

Since there was no longer any point in watching, there was no point in staying any longer.

Besides, the most important thing for a banquet of this scale was to form more connections.

Of course! He needed to tease more beautiful women, so he might be able to have a marriage of dewdrops tonight. Hehehe!

These were the vulgar thoughts of most of the men present.

Very soon, within a radius of a few meters, there was no one else. It was as if the place had been cleared.

When everyone had left, Yan Xiaoke's eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist. She gave off a bitter aura.

Although she was used to being beaten, every time she was beaten, Yan Xiaoke couldn't help but feel sad and bitter.

She was very tired, very helpless, and very sad to live in a life where she had no power to resist and no way to live a bit longer.

But even so, Yan Xiaoke had never thought about retreating from life. She had always remembered the times when her aunt had whispered her orders to her in her previous life.

"Life is very precious. No matter what kind of predicament or adversity one encounters, one cannot easily give up. Ah! "You must remember Aunt's words. After you are sent out by your family, no matter how your life will be, you must live it up. As long as a person is alive, it is absolutely possible."

At the same time, Yan Xiaoke was emitting a bitter aura, making Nan Shaoloong, who was sitting on the chair behind her, drink the wine in his hand. A trace of sharp sarcasm was drawn on his lips, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

This was acting too well, or did he really feel that his situation was very difficult!

On the other side, Yan Xiaoke quickly suppressed the rolling bitterness in her heart. She immediately turned around and walked towards Nan Shaoloong.

"Young Lord." Ye Zichen bent down and called out respectfully, then raised his head to look at Nan Shaoloong with a nervous expression.

Young Lord was unsatisfied with what he had done. If she wasn't satisfied, then she might have to let Faang Xue down.

"Hm!" "Well done." Nan Shaoloong gave Yan Xiaoke a gaze that had never been gentle before.

In terms of acting, he, Nan Shaoloong, was not bad.

Yan Xiaoke must have been in contact with the person behind her, so how could she be worried? If she was nervous and afraid of contacting the person behind her, then she would be in a hurry!

When Yan Xiaoke received Nan Shaoloong's warm gaze, she was stunned for a moment.

Although Young Lord had spoken gently to him before, his eyes were still cold. Therefore, she had always been very cautious while waiting on Young Lord. She didn't relax just because Young Lord said some kind words to her.

However, Young Lord's warm eyes made her feel relaxed and touched.

It had been almost 20 years in this world, and besides Faang Xue, Young Lord was the first person to show such a kind and warm expression to him, unlike the fake gentleness that South Housekeeper showed to him.

"What's the matter! "Don't tell me the place where I was beaten felt uncomfortable." Nan Shaoloong said with a frown and reached out his left hand to touch Yan Xiaoke's swollen cheek.

"Ah!

Nan Shaoloong's slender hands touched Yan Xiaoke's face, causing her to scream in pain. Then, she came back to her senses.

"Young Lord, I'm fine." As she spoke, Yan Xiaoke lowered her head and took two steps back.

At the same time, a sense of fear rose up in his heart.

She didn't know why there would suddenly be this sort of unspeakable panic, but she felt as if something was different somewhere.

"It's good that you're fine."

Nan Shaoloong retracted his hand and continued drinking the wine with a calm expression. It was as if the care he showed to Yan Xiaoke just now wasn't him at all.

There had to be a certain measure to acting, otherwise, no matter how well one performed, it still seemed very fake.

As Nan Shaoloong finished his sentence, Yan Xiaoke still couldn't help but raise her head slightly and peek at him secretly.

When Yan Xiaoke noticed that Young Lord had returned to his usual expression, the panic in her heart disappeared along with an indescribable sense of loss.

She didn't know what she was feeling lost about. It was as if her heart, which had always been like stagnant water, had fallen into a small stone, causing a slight ripple.

He immediately lowered his head and moved to the right side. Then, he stood still and quietly stood in front of Nan Shaoloong. He didn't dare to use his hands to cover his aching stomach.

"Shaolong." After a while, a low, husky voice came.

Yan Xiaoke immediately raised her head just in time to see a man and a woman walking past her.

The man was dressed in a dark blue suit. He had hair that fell to his ears, a high nose bridge, and a resolute expression. From the side, he looked sharp and proud.

This was also a man with powerful strength. The aura he emitted was very powerful, even though it was not as strong as Young Lord's.

The woman beside him, with her fair skin, was dressed in a long blue dress, and had shoulder-length, fluffy curly hair. From a side view, she looked like a lovable girl, yet also as gentle as water. However, he was just an ordinary person.

He turned around and looked at Young Lord. He smiled at them, causing Yan Xiaoke's raised heart to relax.

Luckily, she was Young Lord's friend, otherwise, she might have been beaten up again.

She immediately walked over. It turned out to be Young Lord's friend. As her servant, she was going to pull up the chair in front of the table so Young Lord's friend could sit on it.

At the same time.

Nan Shaoloong looked at his close friend and let out a rare happy smile. His tone was not as cold as usual and was filled with surprise. When did you return? Why didn't you notify me? "