Looking at Su Fan's call, Luo Yangyang hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone: "Hey, Su Fan." ”

Su Fan, who was on the other end of the phone, was silent for a few seconds after hearing Luo Yangyang's voice, and then responded: "Are you okay?" ”

"Well, I'm fine." Although Su Fan didn't say it explicitly, Luo Yangyang knew that he was asking about the newspaper.

After a brief conversation, the two fell silent again, Luo Yangyang didn't speak, and Su Fan didn't speak.

After nearly thirty seconds of silence, when Luo Yangyang hesitated to hang up the phone, Su Fan suddenly said, "If you need my help, just say it." ”

"Hmm." Luo Yangyang didn't know what to say, so he could only respond softly.

"I still have to go to class, so that's it for now." Su Fan glanced at the classroom behind him, he deliberately ran out to make this call.

In fact, he had a lot to say, but listening to Luo Yangyang's voice, he suddenly didn't know where to start, and he didn't know how to say it.

"Hmm." Luo Yangyang also didn't know what to say.

After a brief conversation, the two hung up like that.

Luo Yangyang didn't rush back to the saint, she looked at the mobile phone in her hand, and suddenly felt that she and Su Fan might never be able to go back to before.

Perhaps, that's good, too.

Su Fan deserves a better girl to be sincere to him.

When Luo Yangyang returned to the saint's side, Feng Heng happened to drive and ran a U-turn, and he hurried away.

"What did he tell you?" Luo Yangyang looked at Feng Heng who was roaring away and asked.

"Didn't say anything." Feng Sheng glanced at Luo Yangyang, obviously not meaning to say much.

He opened the passenger door and sent Luo Yangyang into the car.

When the two drove back to the ancient house, both people in the car were silent.

Similar to them, Feng Qiyue and Luo Ying, who were in the other car that left first, were also silent.

"What do you think?" During the drive, Feng Qiyue glanced at Luo Ying several times, and asked after looking at Luo Ying outside the car window.

"What about you? What do you think? Luo Ying, who was a little distracted, looked back at Feng Qiyue who was driving.

"Actually, Sheng'er is right, he and Yang Yang are not related by blood, if they really have plans to go on, in fact, I have no objection."

Facing his wife, Feng Qiyue said his truest thoughts.

If it didn't happen, he certainly didn't want it to happen, but if it did, he wasn't really repulsed.