on the sofa. Blood flowed from his already bruised face.He grabbed Mu Shaocheng's collar, pulling him up from the sofa. His icy eyes seemed to contain a deep murderous intent!"Night Owl, isn't it hard...Lin Jinran was startled, then her eyes widened in surprise. She stepped down the stairs excitedly step by step. 。

The man standing beside the swing glanced at him and strode over. He extended his right hand gracefully, and Lin Jinran's lips curled into a smile as he raised his hand to clasp the man's palm. 。With a slight squeeze of her hand, Fu MoHan led her towards the wooden swing. 。

“Slow down”easing his hold on Gu Meng's arms, Lin Jinran narrowed his eyes, placing his index finger to his lips, "Aunt Gu, this is our little secret" 。Okay, little secret 。Gu Meng was truly worn down by Lin Jin...