Chapter 12
Fan Xing rubbed his cheeks and stole a glance at the man beside him. He couldn’t help but feel that […]
Fan Xing rubbed his cheeks and stole a glance at the man beside him. He couldn’t help but feel that […]
Evening, He Family. He Chengyi sat on the sofa downstairs with reading glasses, reading a newspaper. Ji Jin hung up
Fan Xing turned around and saw that the man had appeared behind him at some point, holding the “evidence” of
Fan Xing’s nose wrinkled slightly, a subconscious gesture he made whenever he felt a bit frustrated with himself, which he
Ji Jin looked at her youngest son, unable to tell whether he was truly angry or just speaking his mind.
He really didn’t like this kind of smell, unconsciously furrowing his brows slightly. “Mmm,” the man responded in a nonchalant
The silence lasted for a while on the other end of the phone, and then his grandmother’s voice came through
Fan Meixi came out and saw Gu Mingyu leaning against the car, smoking and blowing out clouds of smoke. He
Gu Mingyu reluctantly stood up and followed, asking Fan Meixi, “What should I call him?” But his eyes remained glued
Fan Xing thought he was hallucinating and looked at the other person, “Huh?” In the clear eyes, there was still
Fan Xing rubbed his sore cheek, looking back at He Qingmo’s back, feeling somewhat bewildered. Why does this person seem
Fan Xing stood at the doorstep of He Qingmo’s home and realized that his palms were sweaty. He chuckled at