This was the first time she smiled since the incident.
Clutching the note tightly, Luo Xiaoqian placed her palm on her chest and wrapped it with the other hand, as if embracing someone.
Holding that small note was like holding onto all the hope.
Although she was in danger and lost her freedom, as long as she knew that person was alive and trying to rescue her, her heart naturally warmed up.
Her Leng Zimo was omnipotent; he would definitely save her, definitely!
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In the study of the room opposite, Luo Ke sat in the large chair, his back leaning against the backrest, holding a phone in his hand.
Displayed on the phone screen was the photo of Leng Zimo taken and sent back by Leng Zirui.
At this moment, the photo had been zoomed in, focusing on Leng Zimo's wrist.
His suit jacket was slightly lifted due to the motion of his arm, revealing more than half of the watch—a deep blue sports watch that seemed somewhat mismatched with the suit.
