Sixty-one

lding, I unexpectedly saw Fang Liucheng's car parked downstairs. It was a black Rolls-Royce, exuding an air of nobility and grandeur. This man was elegant in everything he did, from his words to his a...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."hint of mint, lingered in the air around him. Mo Xiaobai had a moment to wonder where he was now and what had just happened 。Mo Yao waited silently, waiting for him to leave. 。He was too tired. 。For s...