Mo Qiange said nothing, pursed his lips tightly and slammed hard on the steering wheel with a punch. Maibah almost hit the guardrail beside him.

Luo Anning didn't know why he was angry. Seeing his bad face, she didn't dare to speak.

The yellow street lights penetrated through the car window, and the light and shadow passed by his face, adding a little blur for no reason.

Mo Qiange didn't speak, and Luo Anning didn't know how to speak, so she was silent for a moment.

The car drove to the gate of Haoting Mansion and stopped steadily.

Mo Qiange's lips were still tightly pursed, and Luo Anning looked at him with some anxiety. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out and pushing him: "Qiange, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm angry!" He patted her hand away and answered in a hurry.

It's like a kid who is having a quarrel, as if he's afraid that others won't know he's angry.

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

"Who am I angry for? You have no conscience." Mo Qian raised her finger and flicked her forehead.

Luo Anning covered her forehead exaggeratedly and cried out in pain. Mo Qiange leaned on the back of the chair and exposed her trick: "Stop pretending, I'm still very responsible."

After chatting for a few words, Luo Anning untied his seat belt and got out of the car. Mo Qiange also got out of the car, and the two stood in front of the car.

Luo Anning looked at him and said, "It's getting late, you go back and be careful when driving."

Mo Qiange nodded and suddenly stepped forward to hug her. Luo Anning was stunned. After hesitating for a while, he raised his hand and patted his back: "Qiange, what's wrong with you?"

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

Luo Anning was a little stunned, then nodded, and Mo Qiange hugged her for a while before letting go.

"You go back, I'll leave." He turned around and drove in a handsome and graceful manner.

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

She kept looking at Mo Qiange's Maibah until the car disappeared from sight, and she still couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

He was really strange tonight. He had known him for so many years and had never met him, big and small, anger.

But the feeling she felt tonight was particularly different.

But what is the difference? Luo Anning can't think of it...

"All people are gone, but I still see? I can't bear to bear it, so I'll just go after him." A low male voice pulled her thoughts back.

Rong Yan stood in front of her, his head slightly lowered, his slightly longer bangs covered Na Ying's brows, and a light burst out from his narrow phoenix eyes.

She could tell that it was ridiculous.

Ignoring his words, Luo Anning asked casually: "You have finished the talk? It was a bit beyond my expectations. I thought I would talk at night with candles."

Rong Yan looked at her and narrowed his phoenix eyes: "Xiyan needs to rest, you shouldn't let so many people make noise in the ward."

"So what?" Luo Anning asked expressionlessly: "Are you blaming me for not taking good care of me? Has it affected her resting?"

Rong Yan took out a cigarette, the lighter slammed, the flames jumped and then went out, and it was lit several times but it didn't burn.

He threw the lighter away in anger, making a tinging sound.

Xu Zhiyuan walked up and took the initiative to take out his lighter to light the cigarette for him.
Chapter completed!