me. When they came out, it was almost noon.A golden Continental was parked at the entrance of the cemetery. Huo Shaoting leaned against the car, smoking, enveloped in the warm spring breeze, yet radia...Having said that, Zhang's secretary didn't have anything else to say.

She always felt that Mr. Huo was doing it on purpose.fuls, her delicate appearance contrasting sharply with the rough words she had spoken before... But this kind of contrast made her even more alluring, leaving Jiang Lan longing to have her again.He di...