Ruan Mengmeng moved back to the room she had stayed in before. As soon as she locked the door, Mr. Winston appeared outside the window.
Seeing that ruan Mengmeng's hands were covered in blood, Winston's dark blue eyes darkened slightly, and he rolled in from the window.
"I'm fine, Mr. Winston. Please don't say that this isn't my blood." Ruan Mengmeng said as she lowered her head and walked into the bathroom.
She washed her hands with soap, and the more she washed, the tighter she bit her lower lip.
The tears that she had been holding back in front of Zhan mo finally could not be held back and fell in strings.
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The calm, indifferent, and ruthless expression she had put on just now was all because she thought that little Mianmian might be holding her little arms and crying in fear at this moment.
Her Mianmian ... She had actually put her in such a situation.
