lt;Mr. Bao, Mrs. Bao

The woman tilted her head slightly, looking at Zhou Shuyue. She just didn't know if she could withstand these relentless barbs. She didn't want to send her father to the hospital with anger on one foot and her mother on the other. That would be too unfilial.,Yan Ji stood by the emergency exit, leaning against the railing and lighting a cigarette for himself. His gaze passed through the dissipating smoke, falling blankly on some emptiness below.,The topic was probably a little ambiguous, and suddenly there was a subtle tension in the air. Combined with the hazy lighting, it could easily spark some hormonal desires.。