Mo Qiange said nothing, pursed her lips tightly, punched the steering wheel hard, and stepped forward.

Luo Anning didn't know why he was angry, and seeing the bad look on his face, she didn't dare to speak.

The dim yellow streetlight filtered in from the car window, and the light and shadow passed over his face, adding a bit of confusion for no reason.

Mo Qiange didn't speak, and Luo Anning didn't know how to speak, so he stayed silent for a while.

The car drove to the front gate of Haoting Mansion and stopped smoothly.[

Mo Qiange's lips were still pursed tightly. Luo Anning looked at him uneasily, hesitated for a moment before reaching out to push him: "Qiange, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm angry!" He slapped her hand away and answered a little hastily.

Like a child who is having trouble, he is afraid that others will not know that he is angry.

Luo Anning chuckled softly, "I know you are angry, but what are you angry about? Can you tell me? Maybe I can help you solve your problems or something."

"Who am I angry for? You heartless one." Mo Qiange raised her finger and flicked her forehead.

Luo Anning exaggeratedly covered her forehead and cried out in pain. Mo Qiange leaned back in the chair playfully and exposed her little trick: "Stop pretending, I still have a sense of discretion in my actions."

After chatting for a while, Luo Anning unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. Mo Qiange also got off the car, and the two of them stood still in front of the car.

Luo Anning looked at him and said, "It's getting late. You should go back and drive carefully."

Mo Qiange nodded, suddenly stepped forward and hugged her. Luo Anning was startled, hesitated for a long time, then raised her hand and patted his back: "Qiange, what's wrong with you?"

"An Ning, don't let yourself be wronged at any time, you know?" His voice was dull after suppressed anger.

Luo An Ning is a little nervous

"You go back, I'm leaving." He turned around and got into the car handsomely.

Luo Anning waved his hand: "Drive carefully, goodbye."

She kept looking at Mo Qiange's steps

He was really strange tonight. I have known him for so many years, and I have never seen him angry in large or small ways.

But the feeling it gave her tonight was particularly different.

But what is the difference, Luo Anning can't figure it out...

"He's already gone, why are you still looking? If you're so reluctant to let go, you might as well go after him." A deep male voice brought her back to her thoughts.

Rong Yan stood in front of her, his head slightly lowered, his long bangs covering his handsome eyebrows, and not a gleam of light shining in his narrow phoenix eyes.[

She could tell it was a mockery.

Ignoring his words, Luo Anning asked casually: "Have you finished talking? It's a bit beyond my expectation. I thought we were going to talk by candlelight at night."

Rong Yan looked at her and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Xi Yan needs to rest. You shouldn't let so many people make noise in the ward."

"So?" Luo Anning asked expressionlessly, "Are you blaming me for not taking good care of her, which affected her resting time?"

Rong Yan took out a cigarette and the lighter clicked. The flame jumped and then went out. He lit it several times and it didn't light up.

He angrily threw the lighter far away, making a clanging sound.

Xu Zhiyuan stepped forward and took out his lighter to light the cigarette for him.
Chapter completed!