She suddenly didn't understand the meaning of Mo Ruqing's words. Was it a satirical or a hint? When she was still speculating, she felt her hand being held and felt warm. She blinked her eyes and saw Mu Yichen's side face, then let him lead her to the restaurant.
Mo Ruqing couldn't help but look back.
The sight of them holding hands—or perhaps, the way thatAdvanced held her hands tightly and taking her forward made Roland's heart swell again.
Correspondingly, there were huge fears and lingering fears.
###Chapter85,One Must Have No Blood Fate
The Mu Manor in the middle of the night was so quiet that water could drip.
Even the last servant was sent to rest. Mo Wanru took a cup of tea and sat on the sofa, rubbing her temples, waiting quietly for her son to come. A quarter of an hour lat
