THE POLICE STATION

When he heard Han Luo's words, he realized that she was a bit hurt. Mo Yuan stroked her back and spoke in a gentle tone, "Isn't it good? The only person who will live with me in the future is you. What's wrong with asking my future wife's opinion about the room she will sleep inside in the future?"

Han Luo raised her head and looked at him. She tried to look for something in his expression but couldn't. "Are you trying to make me feel better?"

Mo Yuan traced her cheek with the back of his hand and told her, "How come? You are my future wife. What's wrong with mom asking for your opinion about the room you will use in the future?" after asking her that he pinched her nose.

Upon hearing his words, Han Luo straightened her back. She questioned him, "Do you think mom already knows?" Her heartbeat raced thinking about that possibility.