The Demonic King Chases His Wife

Nangong Liuyun, this debt, I will carefully calculate for you. Su Luo bit down on her teeth, with an expression like she was on the verge of exploding.

After asking a servant, she found out that Nangong Liuyun was in the dining hall. Su Luo walked directly towards the hall.

When Nangong Liuyun saw Su Luo, the corner of his mouth was curved into a demonically enchanting smiling expression, and he briskly beckoned with his hand: “Little Luo Luo, quickly come over here. Coming early is not as good as coming here in a timely manner, you came just in time.”

Su Luo stood firmly in front of him and indifferently cast a glance at him.

Nangong Liuyun appeared not to be aware of Su Luo’s anger. He seemed to be in a cheerful mood as he pulled her over, pressing the taciturn her to sit down on a chair made from red sandalwood. He spoke to the respectful servant standing on the side: “This king’s little Luo Luo is hungry, why have the dishes not been served yet?”

Faced with Nangong Liuyun’s enthusiasm, Su Luo seemed to be speechless.

This man was really strange, before, he was coldly scowling at her in the bathing chamber until they finally parted on bad terms. He had a sad expression back then, but now it seemed as if that had never happened.

All the servants standing on the side had an incredulous expression as they looked at their master, His Highness. Their gazes clearly expressed how unimaginable they found the situation, to the point that they almost didn’t hear Nangong Liuyun’s order.

“Why haven’t you quickly left?” Nangong Liuyun’s voice was clear and moderate, but it had a slightly furious might that was powerfully threatening.