The next morning, Xia Xiaonuan was still in bed when Yun came to call her. She said there was a guest.
Xia Xiaonuan was stunned. She got up with a sore body, washed up, and went downstairs to see Nangong Feihong sitting in the living room.
Nangong Feihong was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a black polo shirt. His hair was a bit long, tied in a small ponytail at the back, with a headband on top. He looked like a stylish street thug.
Although not exactly handsome, he definitely had a unique charm.
Seeing Xia Xiaonuan coming down, he quickly got up from the sofa, showing a neat row of teeth: "Xiaonuan!"
Xia Xiaonuan was a bit surprised: "It's you?"
"Xiaonuan, how have you been lately?" Nangong Feihong asked. He seemed a bit tanned and thinner.
Xia Xiaonuan smiled: "I'm fine. Why are you here?"
