There was a bright chandelier on in the room. Rong Jing, who was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, turned around slowly. The teardrop mole at the corner of his eye looked particularly charming with the smile on his face.
"Click", the sound of the door being locked was clearly heard.
Ava Su took out her cell phone and saw that the message she had just sent to Aaron Rong had failed to be sent, and the signal bar in the upper right corner of the phone was gray.
"What do you want to do?" she asked indifferently.
Rong Jing put one hand in his pocket, walked to the sofa and sat down, "Sit down."
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