Huo Shaoting wasn't in bed.She got up, put on a coat and walked into the small living room. The window was open a crack, and Huo Shaoting stood by it smoking. There were seven or eight cigarette butts...Though Lu Qian was in pain, he still gently touched his little head.

Look at the pearl again.

Eye contact, always profound.

Though they went their separate ways, there was still a powerful relationship between them, as Ho Chun-tung put it, they still had to be relatives.vant, his voice slightly hoarse: "Where is the mistress"The maid knew they had been arguing and hesitated: "Upstairs!"Ho Shao-ting nodded and slowly went upstairs.He was still wearing the clothes from...