That kind of panic, that kind of helplessness, that kind of being besieged on all sides, the loneliness where no one can help her, is terrifying!
Rong Mochen stared at Jin Jumo's tear-stained eyes, his heart aching sharply, "Momo..."
Just as Rong Mochen's deep and hoarse voice slipped out of his throat, the doorbell of the suite rang.
He frowned slightly, looking at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo took a deep breath, hurriedly got off his lap, and quickly headed towards the bathroom.
Rong Mochen's long black eyelashes fluttered, his thin lips pulled into a bitter curve, whispering, "Indeed, it's truly terrifying."
Back then, he saw with his own eyes the car she was in explode in front of him, and it felt like his own heart exploded too, torn to shreds and scattered everywhere.
Terrifying!
Jin Jumo came out from the bathroom, her expression like her usual self.
In the living room, Hanhan was squatting on the carpet, playing with a brand-new model car.
