She carried nothing, just a red rectangular box in her hand, wearing the coat that was torn beyond recognition last night. She looked utterly disheveled and embarrassed.
Rong Qin walked forward step by step.
Luo Xiao was followed by four or five people. He wore a white shirt and since Tong Ran came, he almost always wore white shirts every day.
He stopped in front of Rong Qin and asked, "Did you bring the thing?"
Rong Qin didn't move. Luo Xiao's men surrounded her in every direction. Her expression was calm as she suddenly laughed out loud, "Is the thing all you care about?"
Luo Xiao frowned, "Didn't you come to give me the thing?"
He looked her over and found it strange, "What happened to your clothes?"
Rong Qin shook her head, "Nothing, just slipped and fell."
"Aren't you pregnant?" Luo Xiao stared at her abdomen, "How far along are you?"
"Not even a month," Rong Qin lifted her head to look at him, "Luo Xiao, do you think I would be happy with Mo Nanjue?"
