erformed three bows with nine kowtows.Especially Ho Shao-ting.He, a product of Western education and an elite, was offering incense to the Huo family ancestors with utmost solemnity.Gu Changqing's lon...Though Lu Qian was in pain, he still gently touched his little head.

Look at the pearl again.

Eye contact, always profound.

Though they went their separate ways, there was still a powerful relationship between them, as Ho Chun-tung put it, they still had to be relatives.and splashed water on her face to calm down.The person in the mirror.His eyes were slightly bloodshot, and a faint flush appeared on his cheeks.Mingzhu was stunned.She hadn't blushed like that in ages...