C89 The River Was Poisonous

The night passed in tranquil silence.

Early in the morning, Nangong Fan was roused from his meditative state by a persistent knocking at his door.

Stepping outside, he was greeted by Mo Xiaoxin, who was poised to continue her knocking. Nangong Fan gave a wry smile and shook his head, thinking to himself that this little lady certainly had the makings of a witch