Under my palm, her forehead was smooth and slightly cool.
No fever, good!
Leng Zimo's lifted heart finally settled back down.
"Come home with me!"
Withdrawing his palm, he strode towards his car, took two steps, then turned back, taking the large box containing the gown from her hands.
Luo Xiaoqian's face was streaked with black lines.
Could this man be any more capricious, telling her to go and then asking her to come home with him?
Watching as he put the box into the trunk of the car, she pursed her lips helplessly and jogged after him.
"Um..."
"Get in the car!" Leng Zimo said, opening the door for her.
Her gaze fell on his face, noticing the bloodshot eyes, Luo Xiaoqian swallowed back her retort and bent down to get into the car.
Alright, today, no matter what he wanted, she would comply.
The photo of Dad, if not today, could she ask for it from Jiao Yang another day?
