"Good!" Nan Tian didn't ask further, "You've both worked hard these past few days. Go rest, have a good talk. The wedding is coming up, and there's nothing that can't be cleared up."
"Good."
The couple went upstairs, while Nan Tian slumped into the sofa, wearily massaging his temples.
Yuan Fei! Yuan Fei!
He really was involved in this!
What the hell was he planning!
After a while, Nan Tian decided to have a talk with Yuan Fei.
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Yuan Fei was already waiting for Nan Tian. Ever since Ailin was driven to jump off the building by Jian Xi, he knew Nan Tian would come to him.
He was very calm, sipping red wine, cutting a steak.
"Director Nan, sit!"
Nan Tian glanced at the dinner table, where even his portion was prepared. He sat down but didn't touch the steak or red wine, and asked coldly, "Why?"
