Chapter 4177 I Have Something to Tell You

Seeing Nan Ling return home, Song Ya quickly stood up and greeted her warmly: "Nan Ling, are you back? Why didn't you say anything."

Nan Ling glanced at the coffee and fruits on the coffee table, looked indifferent, and replied: "Where is my mother?"

Song Ya saw Nan Ling's cold attitude towards her, and she didn't know what to do. She could only laugh and pointed upstairs: "She is helping Momo choose a dress up there."

Without saying a word, Nan Ling went straight around her and went upstairs.

During this time, he never called her.

Song Ya watched him pass her by, her face flushed with heat, her neck stiffened as she watched him disappear at the top of the stairs.

The looks from the Nan family servants around her were undoubtedly the biggest mockery to her.

Song Ya took a deep breath with a stiff expression, trying to make herself look less embarrassed, and shouted domineeringly to the servant to hurry up.

"Where's my fruit tea? Why hasn't it been delivered yet?"

"Send it right away."

The Nan family servants around looked at her with ridicule.

Song Ya could only pretend not to notice, and sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened. She gave instructions like the mistress of the house: "Move quickly. Don't just stand there. You should be cleaning. What are you doing!"

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upstairs.

When Nan Ling went up, she saw that the private styling team hired by her mother was styling Li Mo's hair. One of the makeup artists was whispering in her ear while applying foundation with a brush.

It made Li Mo chuckle frequently, feeling so uncomfortable.

Nan Ling looked aside and saw his mother and the stylist standing in front of a row of dresses, picking out the clothes.

"Ma'am, how about this one?"

“The color is okay.”

"Then this?"

Song Ling was not satisfied and put it back: "This style is a bit too ordinary."

The stylist conscientiously selected Xiangjia's new seasonal styles from a pile of dresses and displayed them in front of her: "This is good. I think it suits Miss Li's temperament very well. Take a look."

Song Ling's eyes lit up and she stretched out her hand: "Let me take a look."

At this time, someone finally noticed Nan Ling at the door and shouted: "Young Master Nan?"

The laughter and laughter in the room suddenly stopped.

Song Ling and Li Mo both looked towards the door.

The young woman who had been leaning on the back of the chair to enjoy the services of the top styling team sat upright. Her eyes followed Nan Ling and she clenched her fingers tightly. Even the makeup artist who applied her makeup felt her nervousness and whispered comfort. : "Miss Li, your lip gloss is not dry yet, so don't get it smudged."

The room was already quiet. When Song Ling heard the whisper, she came back to her senses and looked at her son who was walking in quickly. She smiled and stretched out her hand to say hello: "Is it you? You scared me. Nan Ling, come here quickly and help me." Let me look at the clothes."

She asked the stylist to show off Xiangjia's new seasonal models in front of Nan Ling like a treasure, and asked happily: "What do you think of this? Does it look good? Does it suit Momo?"

She touched the edge of her skirt and said with a smile: "She has fair skin, she will look good in this color!"

Nan Ling's eyes were as cold as stars. He didn't deny Song Ling face in front of everyone, but he couldn't praise her. He stepped forward and took Song Ling's arm and said softly: "Mom, I have something to tell you."

Song Ling didn't understand what he meant, so she said in confusion: "You tell me."

"Let's go out and talk."

Nan Ling went out first.

Song Ling looked at her son, turned her head and comforted the embarrassed Li Mo: "You put on your makeup first, and I will help you choose clothes later."