C391 Love of a lifetime

Lo Jinghong didn't know how to reply her first sentence. The current Ouyang Fenghua had a dispirited look on his face, his face full of stubble. Sitting on the ground, drinking wine, and with a helpless look, Ouyang Fenghua always remembered that the moment Lo Jinghong pushed open the door, Lo Jinghong's body seemed to enter the room with a golden glow