The door creaked open.
The woman leaning against the wall inside lifted her head.
Sheng Miao had been hiding behind Mo Shiche, afraid to move. This time, when she saw the person inside, her eyes widened suddenly, "Sheng... Sheng Tang?"
Luo Qiangwei was wearing a beautiful floral long dress, with her curly dark tea-colored wavy hair draping over her body, her eyebrows and eyes enchanting and gorgeous. One hand was still raised, placed on the door, obviously, the person who made the knocking sounds was her.
Hearing Sheng Miao's words, Luo Qiangwei straightened up, and said lazily, "Isn't this President Mo,"
Sheng Miao stood still, her eyes fixed on them.
Sheng Miao clenched her fists tightly, "You..."
Mo Shiche had already walked out with Luo Qiangwei in his arms.
In the dining room, Luo Qiangwei sat alone at the table, sipping her juice leisurely.
How could this be, Muo Huangnian had been dead for ten years...
