Wu Jingfang was actually saying that in his dreams, Luo Rongbin was calling out Qiao Xiuyun's name.
Luo Haofeng felt a headache coming on.
He instinctively raised his hand to hold his forehead, glanced at the photo a few more times, then placed it in an envelope, stood up and looked at Wu Jingfang, speaking firmly, "Mom, whether you agree or not, I will be with Xiaoxiao. I have regretted once, and this time, no one can stop us from being together."
Wu Jingfang's complexion shifted between pale and blue, back and forth.
She couldn't believe it; Luo Haofeng wasn't even afraid of her threats anymore?
"If you still want me as your son, then please respect my love. Even if you don't like Xiaoxiao, don't hurt her."
The more he spoke, the slower Luo Haofeng's speech became, word by word, firm and undeniable.
Wu Jingfang was breathing heavily as Luo Haofeng threw down those words, took the photo, and left.
