C120 Rong Ning Looked for His Mother

Rong Jing calmed himself down and pinched the bridge of his nose. He put his hands on the sofa but did not stand up.

"My feet are numb. " He said in a hoarse voice.

"Then, I'll help you up. " Jiang Lee moved the coffee table backwards and then left a place to stand beside Rong Jing. She handed Rong Jing her hand.

Jiang Lee felt his warm palm holding her tightly