But Lou Ming didn't move, just stood there, his cold eyes fixed on the direction where Sister Xiaojun had left.
The excruciating pain in his heart seemed impenetrable; he raised his hand and fiercely rubbed his brow.
A moment later, he took out his phone and kept dialing.
Lin Jiujiu guessed it must be Sister Xiaojun he was calling, but no matter what, Sister Xiaojun didn't answer.
It seemed she was determined to ignore Lou Ming.
Just when she thought these two were going to stay at a deadlock, with Lou Ming trying earnestly to move her, the call finally got through.
No one knew what Sister Xiaojun said, but Lou Ming frowned, and at last, he left.
Lin Jiujiu waited until Lou Ming left before she stepped toward the apartment building.
When she passed by the bouquet, Lin Jiujiu paused.
It was a bouquet of red roses, very bright and large, dazzling and enchanting.
There should be 99 roses, representing eternal love.
