C192 Inheritance

When it was a bit late, Luo Yuan's mother couldn't take it anymore. She stood up and said, "I packed a room for you in advance, right next to the quiet room. However, you can also go sleep in the quiet room. I'm still hoping to see my grandson soon."

Xing Jianxuan's face grew red with disappointment. All noble and refined things were nothing but clouds. Luo Qing's mother was just like her mother