Sixty-one

the leather chair. Even sitting down, he exuded an aura of dominance, aloof and unreachable, a look that caused the faint smile on Han Bi's face to disappear."This is the autographed poster I promise...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."mth wants a divorce.Unless he dies.As if she could see through his thoughts, she let out a warm hum with a complex expression. "I know what you're thinking, Fei Mo. Right now, your body... what can it...