Leaning on his back and nostalgic for this warmth, Luo Anning whispered: "Yan, give me some time, I will find a balance between my career and family. OK?"

The little guy twisted his fleshy little body and wanted to hug him. Young Master Rong looked down at him, pursing his lips and didn't say anything.

Luo Anning let go of him, walked to him, and kissed the little guy, "Little Shuai, follow your father obediently, do you know?"

Then, he looked at the man with a expressionless face again, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, holding his tie and making him lower his head, and his pink lips were printed on his thin lips.

A soft and gentle murmur emanated from his lips: "Yan, I love you."

Just as his pink lips were about to retreat, Rong Shao grabbed the back of her head and kissed her fiercely.

The little guy looked at the little guy curiously with black eyes, and his rosy little mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape.

It was not until his lips were kissed that he felt red and swollen and a little painful, and his youngest son let her go without saying anything. His eyes were shining with warm pampering, and he said in a low voice: "This is what you said. Once you can't find a balance point, I will help you make the decision."

Looking at him, Luo Anning happily agreed: "Okay."

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Taking the private plane arranged by Rong Shao, Christine arrived in the United States as soon as possible. Before going to J Building, he painted the internal structure of J Building in detail into a map so that Rong Yan people could get familiar with it as soon as possible.

To save Catherine most efficiently.

Not only were there Rong Yan people, but several elites from the Tang Sect were also arranged to come, and two doctors were also accompanied.

Just in case, if Catherine is injured, she can still fight for prime time for treatment.

Christine thought that only Young Master Rong could think so carefully in such a short time.

In the United States for so many years, Christine knew that those blind spots were not easy to be detected by surveillance, and led people to sneak into the United States quietly.

After arranging the people to lurk in various oblique corners of the J Building and connecting with the intersections, and assigning their respective tasks, Christine contacted Maida.

The phone was answered just after a sound.

Meda's emotionless voice rang: "Kristen, you're here."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm at the entrance of J Building. I want me to do whatever I want to do, just say it."

"The president doesn't want to take your life so quickly, so let's have a play first. Now, come in." After Maida said, cutting off the phone.

Kristen clasped his phone tightly, looked at the towering J Building, smiled coldly, and stepped into J Building.

Unlike the noise of the halls in the past, the J Building is as quiet as a lifeless grave.

A layer of darkness and coldness like death was shrouded in the surroundings.

Passing through the hall, entering the elevator, we arrived at the 44th floor, the administrative building.

With a tingling sound, as soon as the elevator door opened, dozens of red lights shot in direct light. The scorching light can burn the flesh and burn people to death quickly within three minutes.

Christine's eyes sterned, her body was dodging left and right with agility, jumping and bent, and her body stood three meters away from the red light.

"Mida, you forgot that I invented the Blazing Light. Don't you think it's ridiculous to use it to deal with me?"

Looking at the empty executive mouth, Christine smiled contemptuously and said loudly.

After a brief sound of radio waves, Meda's cold and unrolling sound sounded: "It's really ridiculous to greet you in the old way. Next, let you be the first experimenter of a new weapon."

As soon as Maida finished speaking, dozens of small squares fell from the ceiling at the same time, and black beads the size of eggs were smashed down.
Chapter completed!