So she obediently let him embrace her, hiding all her recent displeasure and reverting to her sheltered self within her shell.
"Grandma, there will be no child," Leng Chenxuan's eyes turned sly, he coldly stared at the uneasy Ning Ruolan and sneered, "Ning Ruolan, you really won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Then don't blame me for not being polite!"
"Chenxuan..." Cheng Xiuhe glanced at Ning Ruolan's ashen face, her heart leapt.
"Rosen, bring the recording tape in, and bring that woman with the surname Lin as well!" Leng Chenxuan ordered coldly over the phone, his dark eyes swept over Ning Ruolan, filled with ruthlessness. If someone was to be blamed, it was this woman for her heartlessness; the scene that unfolded today was all her own doing.
In a moment, his assistant Rosen brought in the tape recorder, followed by a middle-aged woman in her forties who cowered behind. Upon seeing the woman, Ning Ruolan's body collapsed into Cheng Xiuhe's arms.
