Luo Qiangwei brushed her long hair aside and was about to turn and leave, but a glimpse of Luo Hongying's ardent, hopeful eyes caught her attention. With a swift turn of her jet-black pupils, she reached out and took his arm, "That's right, I've been waiting for you for quite a while now."
Moh Shiche glanced at the arm she had hooked and said nothing, allowing her to lead him to where Old Madam Moh was seated.
Luo Hongying, observing their close interaction, was very angry but didn't erupt, maintaining a sweet and proper smile on her face, "Shiche is here, can we start now?"
Luo Qiangwei silently sneered. Luo Hongying's strength lay in this—she always managed to keep herself steady, never easily revealing her emotions, always putting Shiche's well-being as her top priority, winning everyone's favor.
And in her past life, that was exactly where she lost—too quick to anger, too easy to get excited, too willful.
