The car sped down the road, eventually crossing a suspension bridge and driving a few kilometers to a villa area.

When the butler came to open the door, he was startled.

"Less...... Master, are you ...... Why did you come back so late?" the butler was still wearing pajamas and a blue coat.

Nangong Yaoling's handsome face was expressionless, and his whole body exuded a cold and compelling aura.

He ignored the stunned butler, didn't even change his shoes, stepped on the carpet in leather shoes, and walked directly to the sofa and sat down.

With one foot on the coffee table, he took out a box of Marlboro cigarettes from his coat pocket, pulled one out, lit it with a zippo lighter, and smoked it.

The housekeeper looked at Nangong Yaoling's face and seemed to guess something.

For a moment, a trace of uneasiness slipped across his face.

But after all, he has been following the old man for more than 30 years, and he has never seen any storms, so the uneasiness and panic in his heart were quickly suppressed by him rationally.

"Young master, the old lady and the lady are asleep, do you want me to give you ......" Uncle He stepped forward and bent over to Nangong Yaoling respectfully and said.

"No, I don't. Nangong Yaoling smoked a cigarette, glanced at the housekeeper coldly, and said, "Sit down and chat with me." ”

The butler gasped.

He stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, although he was very reluctant, he had to walk to the opposite side of Nangong Yaoling and sit down.

Steward He smiled reluctantly and said, "Young Master, what's wrong with you today?" Hehe......"

"Uncle He, you are indeed old, I heard that your grandson is about to enter middle school, right?"

"Ah, yes, I'll be in junior high school next year. When He Bo thought of his grandson, he couldn't help but show joy on his face.

Nangong Yaoling spat out a puff of smoke rings.

Although it didn't seem to be intentional, the smoke happened to float in front of Steward He, and while he covered his lips, he coughed several times, and his face turned red.

Nangong Yaoling removed the cigarette from between his fingers and smiled amazedly at Steward He.

He Bo looked at the smile, and a cold sweat almost broke out on his forehead.

"Young Master, you...... If you have anything to do, just tell me. I...... I really can't smell the smoke......" He coughed dryly twice, covering his mouth.

Nangong Yaoling kindly snuffed out the cigarette in the ashtray.

"Uncle He, since you have spoken, I won't go around the bend. You grew up watching me, you know me best, you know what I want to ask, right?"

He Bo reached out and scratched his forehead.

"Young Master...... Why should you embarrass me, an old man...... You also know that I, as a subordinate, can't meddle in the master's affairs. Let alone...... A few days after the lady came back, I ......"

"Uncle He is indeed a smart man. Nangong Yaoling narrowed her eyes, observed Steward He in front of her, raised her eyebrows and asked, "So, it's indeed my mommy's hand?"

Uncle He's eyes widened and he looked at Nangong Yaoling: "Young Master...... I didn't see anything...... I was upstairs waiting for the old man, and when I heard the voice and rushed over, I only saw the young grandmother lying on the sofa......"

Nangong Yaoling's face turned a little pale.

A sneer curled into his lips.

"Very good...... he nodded, supporting the table with one hand: "Uncle He, this matter has nothing to do with my grandfather?"

"When...... Of course it doesn't matter......"

He Bo hurriedly said nervously

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