"Hey, how are you? Are you crying, abused or robbed?"
Murong Wan didn't change her usual habits and started teasing him again.
Ling Yiyi raised her head to look at him. For some unknown reason, her tears started to flow uncontrollably again.
She quickly wiped it off, as if she were afraid of being seen by him.
Murong Wan's expression tightened as she tried to guess at what had happened between the two of them.
"Lan Mo, tell Brother Murong, who on earth did this to you?"
Lan Mo cried like a child and threw himself into Murong Jun's arms.
She could not care too much. All she needed right now was a hug.
Murong Wand hugged Ling Yiyi, who was standing to the side. This time, she did not resist. Instead, she leaned her head against his arm and felt the boiling temperature of her blood.
