Ruan zhaotian didn't know that Zhan Mo's eyes, which were so dark that they looked like they wanted to eat someone, were filled with thick jealousy.
He, Yueyue, also wanted Mengmeng's concern.
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Zhan mo left the ward and couldn't help but chase after the woman in front.
Mengmeng, are you really willing to forgive ruan zhaotian? "
Zhan mo followed ruan Mengmeng and could not help but ask the question in his heart.
His magnetic voice had a hint of tension that was hard to detect.
Zhan mo was indeed nervous. He hoped that ruan Mengmeng would forgive ruan zhaotian, but at the same time, he didn't.
She hoped that it was because if Mengmeng could forgive ruan zhaotian, then perhaps she would be able to forgive herself one day. However, she did not like it because he was jealous, very, very jealous.
Why was it that her sister could forgive that weak man who had sold his wife for glory and brought endless pain to Chen Qingzhi and her, but not herself?
