Compared to Luo Qingli, who was sitting on the sofa looking arrogant, Leng Luo, standing hesitantly beside the coffee table, seemed so weak, so helpless.
It seemed like Luo Qingli was bullying her.
"Looking for me? What do you want?" Luo Qingli sneered. Was it necessary for this woman to put on such a face for her? Her man wasn't even here.
At twenty, Luo Qingli still had a lot of childishness in her. She couldn't hide what she had to say; whenever she saw Leng Luo, she couldn't help but give her a cold face.
Not only did this woman want to steal her man, but she had also used treacherous methods to tarnish his reputation.
She didn't like the way her favorite man was misunderstood, and thinking of this made her dislike Leng Luo even more.
"Mrs. Gu, could you please let Yuying and me be together? I...I am already carrying his child, I am pregnant, just a month now. Will you please allow it?" Leng Luo dropped to her knees and begged Luo Qingli.
