to a stop.Ho Shao-ting got out of the car.In early spring weather, he wore a white T-shirt with beige casual pants, making him look much younger. His facial features were even more handsome and strik... After that, she busied herself wiping the table.Zhang Chongguang didn't mind his wrinkled shirt, he sat down at the table, pulled out a cigarette and lit it, and asked softly, "Have you had breakfas...
Chapter 939: A Year, If Huo Jiao Left, Her Son Would Give He