"It is true." Lang Lan said, taking a sip of her tea. Her expressions were fairly complacent. A subtle flare of malevolence glared across her eyes before expressions of warmth and concern sheltered her inner thoughts.
Heng Huizhong paced up and down the lounge. He appeared to be caught up in a state of inner conflict. "Just when the things finally started to run smoothly, you had to come with such news..." He grudgingly said.
Lang Lan winced at the bitterness in his tone. Her mood dampened. In the past, Heng Huizhong had always adored her. Whenever something went against them, he would never blame her. Even if she was clearly involved, she would be exempted from all the blames. Instead, he would hold her hand and reassure her lovingly that things would get better.
If they ever fought, such occurrences were a few and far between, to begin with, he would be the one that will come to her and present her with precious gifts to pacify her in the end.
