"I believe it too." Jiao Yang shrugged with a smile, "I'm leaving."
Then, he turned around and walked away.
Standing still, watching his car fade into the distance, Luo Xiaoqian's heart felt a bit sour.
Leng Zimo walked down the steps, raised his hand to hold her in his arms, and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
"He's a good man. He'll certainly be happy!"
Luo Xiaoqian nodded, and the two of them turned and walked back into the living room, only to see Leng Zirui sitting on the small sofa while Xu Xia was extending her hand to him.
"Hand it over!"
"What?"
"Cut the nonsense, the car keys!"
Luo Xiaoqian looked at the two of them and felt a headache coming on, "What's up with these two again?!"
"Ignore them!" Leng Zimo just held her as they walked upstairs.
"But?!" Luo Xiaoqian was a bit worried, "Xu Xia's temper..."
