"Wanwan...how has your mother been doing these past years?"

Lin Wanwan's smile froze.

As her waist warmed up, Xiao Lingye held her waist and comforted her silently. She took a deep breath and said, "My mother has passed away many years ago."

"Snapped--"

Luo Jinhua's eyes widened suddenly, he looked stunned, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Lin Wanwan sighed.

No need to think about it.

Luo Jinhua's reaction showed that he must have had a crush on his mother before, and he must have been deeply affectionate. Otherwise, he would not have had this expression after knowing that his mother had passed away.

"When...when did this happen?" Luo Jinhua asked with difficulty.

"Eighteen years ago!"

"Eighteen years ago... did she go so early..." Luo Jinhua seemed unable to bear the blow, his legs weakened, he staggered back two steps, and almost fell down.
Chapter completed!