Would she have flung herself into his arms and hugged him, perhaps even... sealed him with a kiss if it had been Yan Chu she'd seen calling out?
Since when did Luo Qiangwei look at Moh Shiche with such an expression? Where did her admiration and passion go? Why didn't she look forward to seeing him anymore, unlike before, when she always wanted to hug him, always wanted to kiss him?
This was the Luo Qiangwei who had loved him for seventeen years.
Why did it disappear without any warning?
Moh Shiche was almost expressionless as he looked at her, his hoarse voice exceedingly cold, "I should be the one asking you, you said you were at the hospital just a minute ago on the phone."
"..."
So he had seen her, and that's why he called?
Cunning man.
Luo Qiangwei freed her hand from his grasp and brushed back her disheveled long hair with her hand, "I just came out for some air, I don't have to report everything to you, do I? I am not a prisoner."
