e, this matter was something that Fu Shaoqing couldn't control. "This is something I can't control, I will talk to grandfather.""No need, I'll personally speak to Grandpa about this." Having already...Raise the bedding, Lin Jin dyed once again lay down, back against the door, the quilt covered to the nose, the whole person shrank in the quilt, tightly closed his eyes. 。

It's not a big deal, just sleep it off. 。Alas, she just couldn't fall asleep. Lying in bed, she became increasingly uncomfortable. 。unbearably wanting to cry 。

"Click!" 。A crisp sound of a door opening walked out the door with a pot of cooked mala hotpot in her hand, heading home. Unbeknownst to her, Zhang Coach was secretly following her, about ten meters behind. 。From the bustling crowds, I walk...