Qiao An was disappointed. "Do you love her?"
She stared into his pupils, but saw them suddenly contract as if stung.
"An'an, not every love in this world will blossom. Not every marriage is formed because of love. I think Lu Mo is the most suitable person for me in this world. Only she can tolerate my past," Huo Xiaoran said frankly.
Qiao An felt inexplicably bitter. Everyone knew that Lu Mo loved Huo Xiaoran.
Everyone was touched by Lu Mo's love, and Brother Xiaoran was an extremely grateful person. How could he not be touched by Lu Mo?
However, Lu Mo's love was poppy flowers that hid poison.
Qiao An knew very well that Huo Xiaoran was a public figure. His love life was no secret in front of the media. His relationship with Lu Mo had already reached the point of marriage. If she snatched it from him now, it would definitely make things difficult for him.
