naturally resting on Fu Mo'han's shoulder. The smell of Chinese medicine mixed with the woman's delicate fragrance wafted over.He frowned, displeased, wanting to push Lin Jinran away. At that moment,...is hand, obviously not agreeing with Lu Liming's words, "Xia Mengxuan's identity, He Shumei wouldn't consider."He Shumei's reason for standing up, Fu Mo Han knew it very well. If it wasn't because of...