Sun Aoyu's face turned exceedingly grim upon hearing Dongfang Shuo's words, and a thread of murderous intent seeped through his eyes. In his view, Dongfang Shuo and Nan Wuji were nothing but two old men fit for burial, yet they seemed to have the leisure to meddle in others' affairs.
"Young Master Sun, go back. The rose can be given, but definitely not to her. Even if it were to be given, it's not your place to do so. You—lack the standing." Nan Wuji didn't waste words with him; he walked up to him with an expression that clearly showed he didn't regard him at all.
Although his Nan Family and the Dongfang Family were in Northern Sea, if it really came to a confrontation, they need not fear the Sun Family.
Sun Aoyu tried to calm the rage in his heart. Duan Yanran had just now made him very upset, and now Nan Wuji and his companion had appeared. What was Duan Yanran's relationship with them? Sun Aoyu simply couldn't figure it out.