With a bang, the bedroom door was slammed shut.
Rong Yan maintained his original position and looked at the tightly shut door with a deep gaze. His crimson thin lips were tightly pursed into a line, and his hands that were hanging on his knees were secretly clenching tightly.
After leaving the bedroom, Luo Anning almost immediately regretted it.
What on Earth was she doing?
Ming. She was trying to convince him, trying to get him to agree, but why did it end up like this?
She pulled her hair back in frustration. Luo Anning leaned against the wall, her toes on the ground as she unconsciously drew circles.
How could she get him to agree?
How could she bear to let go of handsome, who was crying for food? However, Mo Qiange and Lu Momo were the only source of warmth for her during those years of darkness and darkness.
One of them was in a deep sleep, while the other fell ill due to stress. She had no reason or excuse to stay out of it.
