"Young Master Ning?" Duanmu Furong had been so preoccupied with her nose just now that she had completely pushed Young Master Ning aside and forgotten about him.
"Right, it's crooked, and quite severely crooked at that." Young Master Ning looked at Duanmu Furong with a smile, the soft words sounding half true and half false.
"No, no, I definitely don't want a crooked nose!" Duanmu Furong scurried away in a panic, hiding behind Hong Yue. But then she caught sight of a room—wasn't that the very room she had stayed in that night? Duanmu Furong walked over and pushed the door open.
Chapter 88