rushed straight to Fu Mo'han's study.In the study, Fu Mo'han rose to his feet, walked around the marble table, and went to the sofa.His long fingers carefully unbuttoned the black tailored suit, toss..."Well" 。Hou nodded slightly, and walked sheepishly towards the restroom. He'd fumbled just now, missing this opportunity. Who knows when the next one would come 。Upon realizing this, she felt a headache coming on and stepped into the restroom. 。

Your kung fu has declined. 。 the notice tightly, wishing he could crumple it into paper.She looked at Old Master Fu, who was sitting in the middle, with distress and helplessly shook her head in denial, “Grandpa, I didn’t, I did...