When Luo Xiaoheng woke up, it was already a few days later, and there was another soul living in his body.
"Hmph, young master, I wish you a happy life just to give you face." Luo Heng looked arrogant.
"Well, then which one are you now?" Han Che was confused.
"Oh, no matter who I am, I love you!" Luo Xiaoheng said dotingly.