An Ying saw Lan Ling come out, his gaze swept over her half-wet hair, "I'll send you back."
Lan Ling, aware of her own situation, nodded to An Ying and followed him out of Shengshi Mingmen.
Rongrong, now renamed Long Tianyin, was sitting in front of the TV, watching this nationwide sensational century wedding with jealousy that drove her to madness. This man was hers, the son was born from her belly, this wedding should have belonged to her.
"It's truly envious."
Du Jieyu, dressed in pajamas, leaned lazily against the sofa, watching Rongrong with a smile, "Such a good man, yet you let another woman snatch him away and turned yourself into this state, truly pathetic. If I were you, I would never live so meekly."
