a how this personality was formed."If it's not ink, at least make a sound! Wen Nuan is so drunk she's passed out inside, and you're out here like a piece of wood. You're wasting such good days, aren't...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." Mo. Her mind was also preoccupied with the Long family's matters, so she didn't pay much attention to Fang Liu Cheng. In reality, she didn't blame him in her heart."Liu Cheng Gege…""You're finally t...