Lu Yinxing gave a bitter smile, "Things between us might be worse than between you two. At least, for you, it's in the past."
Upon hearing Lu Yinxing say that, Wu Mengmeng's eyes dimmed as well.
It's in the past, but maybe not.
Lu Yinxing stood up and stretched, "I don't want to think about these things right now. I'll let nature take its course. I just want to do my job well; I'm already satisfied with how my life is now."
Actually, Wu Mengmeng understood Lu Yinxing.
All these years of wandering outside, she's been filled with guilt and torment.
So, compared to love, she values family more.
But Wu Mengmeng also had a premonition.
The story between Lu Yinxing and Xia Ye wouldn't end like this; perhaps it was just the beginning.
And at this moment, Lu Yinxing suddenly said, "Mengmeng, where's Lang Lang, why is he missing?"
A sentence like a bolt from the blue.
Wu Mengmeng stood up and looked around.
