After Luo Qianqian finished eating and drinking, Qin Nuan dragged her to watch TV for a while, and then pulled her to rest. To reassure everyone, Luo Qianqian agreed one by one.
Perhaps she hadn't slept well for a long time; this time, Luo Qianqian fell asleep quickly and slept very sweetly.
"Damn it." Looking at Luo Qianqian's peaceful profile, Luo Yanran showed a gentle, comforting smile. But moving to the other side revealed a hideous scar, making it difficult for him to be at ease.
"Keep your voice down!" Qin Nuan glared at him, her face full of worry, sighing with a pained heart, pushing Luo Yanran out of the bedroom and gently closing the door.
"How can I be at ease with this?" Luo Yanran was utterly angry, his eyes blazing with fire: "Qianqian is right, our urgent task is to improve our own strength. Only by becoming powerful ourselves can we gain others' regard!"
