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Although there was a lot to be done, Rong Yue's priority was taking Qin Heng out.

In the biggest mansion in Rose Springs, Qin Heng sat down on a high seat and swung his little legs in the air.

"I just heard the sound of a car. Quickly check if it's sister Yue,"

There were only two people in the living room, and Mo Fan had long since placed earphones in his ears to attend a virtual meeting.

However, in the next moment, he felt something hit his chest. "Fuck! What's that?"

On instinct, he glanced at Qin Heng and saw that the little Devil had even grabbed another item that would most likely get thrown at him.

What was even more frightening was the dark and irritated look on Qin Heng's face.

Even Mo Fan, who was a dignified young master, couldn't stop his heart from beating faster from Qin Heng's gaze.

He couldn't help but think of Rong Yue's nickname for him.

'Little Darling?'