Dowry
Luo Muchen's heart raced as he parked the car in front of the mansion. He had gone back home to change his clothes and pick up his sports car before heading to Qie Xieling's house. He was nervous before but now that he was at the door it only got worse. His palms were clammy, and he could only take out a handkerchief to wipe them.
He had rehearsed this moment a hundred times in his head but his excellent memory was failing him. He took out his cell phone and dialled his mother's number.
It was picked up in two rings. His mother's voice sounded a bit hoarse like she had a cold. His brow furrowed when he heard her. When he left she was just fine? Now her voice had changed like she had developed a cold.
"Do you have a cold?" he asked and Luo Shih's face stiffened while glaring at the culprit who was massaging her feet with a beaming smile like he had won the jackpot.