although it was late at night, everyone was awoken by leng rongrong's few words.
in the living room, all the lights were on.
leng rongrong was holding a photo of bai wanrong in her hand. the woman in the photo was wearing a cheongsam and sitting on a european style sofa. a group of bodyguards in black stood behind her. she had a cigarette between her fingers and her legs were slightly crossed. her eyes were lazy, but she had a sharp aura all over her body.
everything around her seemed to serve as a foil to her, and she had her own glow and aura.
this woman was exactly the same as the one she had just met.
moreover, she had a feeling that the woman just now was her mother.
although she was scared away by her, she must be her mother.
leng rongrong's heart was filled with an indescribable excitement. she had always thought that her mother had passed away, but she was not dead?
she was still alive.
