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“Okay.” His voice was low and slightly hoarse, but there was also a hint of laziness.

Yi Wentao nodded and walked out, locking the door himself.

After instructing the servants to guard this place, he turned around and left in relief.

…

Not long after Nan Yifan was led into the living room, Yi Wentao arrived.

“Haha, Brother Nan, what brings you here today?” Yi Wentao walked in with an earnest smile.

Nan Yifan looked up.

The two of them gazed at each other for a moment, silently exchanging blows.

A hint of surprise flashed across Yi Wentao’s eyes.

In his impression, Nan Yifan was always high-spirited and proud. But when he saw Nan Yifan this time, the latter was visibly haggard. There were a few traces of white frost on his hair.

What has he… experienced?

Just as Yi Wentao was guessing, Nan Yifan said, “I’m naturally here to discuss something with you, my brother.”

With that, he paused for a moment.

Yi Wentao quickly reacted. He then waved his hand and dismissed the servants. “All of you can leave first.”

“Master—” His confidant was a little hesitant. Nan Yifan doesn’t look good. What if he goes crazy and does something…

“Go.” Yi Wentao’s voice turned colder. This is the Yi family! Nan Yifan dared to come alone. Do I not even have the guts to talk to him alone? Isn’t this making a fool of myself?

Everyone underneath him knew his temper and didn’t dare to say anything else. They quickly retreated.

Before they left, they even closed the door carefully.

Nobody dared to eavesdrop here.

Yi Wentao walked over and sat opposite Nan Yifan. His expression had returned to its usual gentle and calm state. “Brother Nan, if you have something to say, just say it.”

Nan Yifan stared at him. “I’m here to form an alliance with you.”