Rong Yan interrupted her in a deep voice, rubbed her swollen forehead, threw a sentence, stood up and left: "You have a good rest, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yan, all this I said is true. Believe me! I stayed before I told you that I left after breaking up…………”

"Bang--"

All words were interrupted by a sound of closing the door.

After getting in the car, Rong Yan thought of it and said to the driver: "Go to Xu Ji to the suburbs of the city."

Luo Anning also likes to eat Xu Ji's soup dumplings, and fried dumplings are her favorites.

After so many days of the Cold War, he was tired, and it would be meaningless to continue making trouble.

The Lincoln convoy was extended and rushed to the suburbs. Rong Yan got out of the car, regardless of the bodyguard's dissuasion, everyone's burning eyes and eager discussions, and personally lined up to buy two soup dumplings and fried dumplings.

When he returned to Haoting Mansion, Rong Yan asked Mrs. Li in a good mood: "Where is An Ning? Are you back?"

She was not in the hospital, so she must have been back long ago. Rong Yan walked upstairs with the still hot soup buns and fried dumplings.

Sister Li said to his back with a disgusting look on her face: "Young Master Rong, that... Young Grandma is not in a good mood. You should... don't bother her to rest."

Rong Yan stopped and turned around to look at her: "What's wrong with her?"

Mrs. Li said: "My grandma came back from the hospital at noon and was completely in a daze. She locked herself in the bedroom as soon as she came back and never came out."

Rong Yan suppressed his worries: "Where is dinner? Have you eaten?"

Mrs. Li shook her head, "The young grandma refused to eat, said she had no appetite, and said she didn't bother her if she was fine. She wanted to be alone."

"I understand." Rong Yan turned to the stairs, and this time, his pace was a little rapid.

When he arrived at the bedroom door, he raised his hand and twisted the door lock. With a dull sound, the door locked!

"Knock--"

His eyes darkened, and he shouted in a deep voice: "An Ning, open the door."

Luo Anning was immersed in the bad news of lifelong infertility all afternoon, and she was in a daze. She fell asleep unknowingly and was awakened by a sudden knock on the door.

Listening to Rong Yan's angry voice, she pulled up the quilt and covered her head, not wanting to pay attention to everything outside.

She needs time to sort out her mood.

Even she herself couldn't accept this news. Will Rong Yan accept it?

Will Jiang Peihua, who has always longed to hold his grandson and Mr. Rong, who is longed to hold his great-grandson, accept it?

She knew that the news of her lifelong infertility was revealed, and that her marriage with Rong Yan should come to an end.

"Luo Anning, open the door for me! Don't let me repeat the third time!" Rong Yan's voice outside the door was on the verge of anger.

Luo Anning jumped out of bed in a panting, came to the dressing table, and tightly pinched the kraft paper bag in her hand-

When the gods and men in their hearts are fighting, should they hand over the report to Rong Yan and let him make his own choice?

Or, could she be lucky enough to destroy the report and continue to pretend that nothing happened to be with him?

"Get me the spare key!"

"Yes, Mr. Rong!"

Dingdeng, the sound of the servant going upstairs came from far and near, and then the key turned the door lock and made a crisp sound.

Seeing that the door was about to be pushed open, Luo Anning was anxious and stuffed the kraft paper bag into the trash can, and took out a few tissues to cover it.
Chapter completed!