time they got back to the hotel, it was evening. Yi Muyang was happier about her victory than she was, shouting that they had to have a big celebratory dinner. 。Xiao Xin naturally agreed with both h...He was hurrying, the sound of his suitcase wheels scraping against the floor and his shallow breaths reaching her ears like a drumbeat. She didn't speak, silently ended the video call.

When he called again, she didn't answer. She didn't go back to the new villa they had bought together, but instead returned to her old house.

It's not that Lin Zhixuan is overly suspicious, but she has a natural sensitivity to this aspect. She used to often reply to private messages from netizensren, she just wanted to add some leverage. 。“Wen Jian, you really haven't changed at all. Not one bit."> 。Shu Tinglan had the feeling of being choked by fate once again. No matter how hard he tried,...