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nShe spent the whole day daydreaming, thinking that everything he had said and done was a lie to her.

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nShe even suspected that the four years that Mo Xiyan spent with him was the most important thing in his heart..

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n“Anning, that’s how it happened. I’ve confessed everything. Can You Forgive Me Now?”Rong Yan’s thin lips held a hint of a smile as he pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.

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nHis clear eyes reflected his own appearance at this moment, as if he was the only one in her eyes. That feeling was indescribably satisfied.

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nLuo Anning did not speak and only looked at him quietly. Why did she have to forgive him when he did not want to say it?

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nShe would not!

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nTime passed slowly. The smile on young master Rong’s lips gradually disappeared. He lifted her chin and looked around. “Anning, say something. Don’t be silent. I’ve given you the explanation you wanted. Are you still angry now?”

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nLuo Anning turned her face away indifferently. In the next second, he turned his face back. His handsome face was very close to hers, his pitch-black eyes looked straight into her heart. “Anning… Anning, are you still angry? HMM? Be Good. Tell me that you forgive me.”

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nIgnoring his coaxing, Luo Anning slapped his hand away and stood up indifferently. She lowered her head and looked at him, who was still clinging to the ground. “It seems that you’re Alright Now. I’ll leave first. Mom will come and take care of you later.”

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nSeeing that she was really going to leave, Young Master Rong secretly gritted his teeth. He stood up swiftly and grabbed her wrist. His eyes were deep and his breathing was rapid. “Is it really that hard to forgive? Didn’t I tell you the explanation I wanted?”

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n“I don’t see respect in your eyes,”his voice was cold and emotionless.

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nRong Yan let go of her hand and took a few steps back in panic. Suddenly, he chuckled softly. His laughter was low and deep, with a hint of self-mockery. “I know.”

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nWhat did he know?

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nLuo Anning frowned. Before she could figure out what he meant, Rong Yan raised his voice and shouted at the door, “Xu Zhiyuan, come in!”

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nVery quickly, the door to the ward was pushed open. Xu Zhiyuan walked in quickly and nodded. “Young Master Rong, what are your orders?”

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n“Get the lawyer here immediately. I want to make a Will!”His voice was deep and powerful.

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nThis sentence was like a clap of thunder on the ground. Xu Zhiyuan and Luo Anning were at a loss.

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nXu Zhiyuan adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and asked seriously, “Young Master Rong, are you sure you want to make a will? Are you kidding me?”

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nLuo Anning also looked at Rong Yan in shock. She didn’t understand what he was trying to do.

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nMaking a will? was he crazy?

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nHe didn’t have a terminal illness. His health was so good that it could harm him for decades. Now, making a will? What was he up to!

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nRong Yan narrowed his phoenix-like eyes dangerously. His pitch-black pupils shone with a sharp light. “Do I look like I’m joking? What are you still standing there for? Hurry Up!”

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nWith a scolding, Xu Zhiyuan didn’t dare to ask anymore. He hurriedly took out his phone and called Xu Mengjie, asking her to come over as soon as possible.

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nWhen Xu Mengjie, the lead lawyer of Banner International, arrived, the atmosphere in the ward was cold and depressing.

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nShe glanced at her brother and asked him what was going on with her eyes.

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nXu Zhiyuan clenched his fist and cleared his throat. His eyes kept glancing at young master rong, indicating for her to ask him.

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nXu Mengjie lifted the briefcase in her hand and asked in a businesslike manner.

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