Fu Yaoyao's illness depends entirely on whether Rong Zhi is around. She lingered in Rong Zhi's embrace for a while before reluctantly leaving his arms, glaring at Bai Su as if she'd tear him apart if he dared to step into the room.
Bai Su raised an eyebrow, his fingers moved, and the knife hilt in his grip instantly crumbled into powder.
Fu Yaoyao: "..."
Ahhhhhhhhh she's going to kill this damn thing!!
Seeing she was about to charge at Bai Su again, Rong Zhi hurriedly got out of bed and pulled her into his arms, then led her to the next room.
The door closed, leaving two men outside, one looking bewildered, the other's gaze somber.
Meanwhile, Rong. The Foodie. Jiazze held a small bowl, staring blankly at the bullet holes in the back wall.
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Half an hour later, the soft, cute little girl came out of the room with a lollipop in her mouth, her twin ponytails bouncing merrily, looking adorable and sweet.
