"If that's really the case, then your Brother Yu is truly extraordinary," Nan Wuji said while sipping his tea, seemingly deep in thought.
"I don't know how extraordinary my Brother Yu is, but he will always be Brother Yu to me, Xiao Yan, and Lin Lang," Nan Feng shook his head. All he knew was that this man was his Brother Yu, his savior, and he was clueless about the rest.
Nan Wuji didn't say anything else, contentedly waiting and just waiting for him to come over. Only after asking could they be completely certain if it was his doing.
"What time is it?" Nan Wuji, who had been waiting for so long that he couldn't wait any longer, grew curious. It should be time; even Nan Feng was curious. Nearly an hour had passed without any sign of him—could something have happened on the road?
Nan Feng dialed his Brother Yu's mobile number.