Luo Haofeng lowered his eyes, a trace of pain fleeting across them.
When he looked up again, his peach blossom eyes carried a hint of indifference. With pursed lips and a somber voice, he said, "Xiaoxiao's mother told me about the past."
Indeed, it was quite similar to what Mo Xiuchen had speculated.
Wen Ran's complexion changed, "What exactly did Aunt Qiao tell you, was it about that incident?"
"Yes, it's true."
The last few words from Luo Haofeng came through clenched teeth.
Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran were both startled.
After understanding his words, Wen Ran's face paled, "Luo Haofeng, what is true?" She couldn't believe it, she never wanted to believe it.
Seeing her agitated, Mo Xiuchen reached out with his broad palm to hold her hand, silently soothing her emotions.
Wen Ran pursed her lips, her eyes intently fixed on Luo Haofeng opposite her.
