Luo Xiaoqian looked up at his face, "You don't resemble him at all. I can see at a glance you're not Leng Zirui, so stop dreaming!"
Leng Zirui lowered his face, leaned toward hers, "What about Leng Zimo? Don't I look like him? Look at me, don't you feel a bit familiar..."
"Familiar?" Luo Xiaoqian shoved him out of her room, "Seeing you only makes me feel disgusted."
Bam!
She slammed the door shut and locked it.
"Sissi, good night!"
Leng Zirui said, leaning against her door.
"Get lost!"
Luo Xiaoqian threw a sofa cushion at the door.
Across the hall, inside the study with its door ajar, Luo Ke frowned.
"Women are like that. Trust me, she'll soon forget about that man." Leng Zirui re-entered the study, glanced at Luo Xiaoqian's room, gently closed the door tight, "If there's nothing else you need, I'll be on my way."
"Where is he now?!" Luo Ke asked with a frown.
"Hospital morgue," Leng Zirui answered with a smile.
