Liang Wenwan was shocked and suddenly shook off his hand, stepping back quickly.
Her back pressed against the door, gasping for breath, the fear in her heart reaching its peak.
Why...
Outside the door, Xiao Hong's worried voice sounded: "Miss?"
Liang Wenwan took a deep breath and opened the door, "He fell asleep, take him back to his room."
Xiao Hong dared not look at Liang Wenwan's expression, only feeling that the aura around the Miss was frighteningly cold, and waved to the two men behind her. The two men walked in, lifted Liang Taisheng, and walked out.
After everyone left, Liang Wenwan slammed her back against the door, as the despair in her heart flooded like a sea, biting her lip hard, she squatted down and held her head in pain and cried.
After the seventh day of mourning, Old Madam Zhuang fell ill upon learning of Zhuang Fanxing's death, and the group immediately returned to the Capital City.
Yan Nanmo due to work reasons, flew back the next day on a private plane.
