Heart Connection

At that moment, Luo Yangyang only had one thought in her mind.

She was going to get the ring back!

Luo Yangyang put on a thick, warm down jacket and rushed out of the door like a gust of wind.

The door of the room next door was tightly shut, and not a single ray of light could be seen through the crack in the door. She did not know if Feng Sheng was asleep or not in the room.

In Feng Sheng's bedroom, the heater was not even turned on.

In the dark and cold night, the cold wind blew gently, causing the curtains to flutter.

He leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window frame, his feet covered with cigar butts. He couldn't even count how many he had smoked.

There was a cigar between his slender fingers. The only light in the dark bedroom came from the sparks of the cigar in his hand.

Feng Sheng narrowed his cold eyes and looked into the distance.