Do you believe it?
Can't you change your tone? You're going to die?
Zhou Jiao glanced at her sideways, speechless.
——Over 40 years old and still wants to go abroad?
With parents above, children below, and sons and daughters in between, where does responsibility stand? Li Qinglin in her impression was not such a person!
Hu Xiaohui knew she couldn't hide it from her best friend, sighed, "Sigh... it's Little White Dragon, that brat."
Little White Dragon?
Zhou Jiao burst into laughter, a nearly 40-year-old man still called Little White Dragon, there's no one else like him. His son, Little Little White Dragon?
The last time she saw self-proclaimed handsome Old Bai Long was last year, what day was it? Seems like it was on a snowy day, he was showing off eating Western food at Old Mo's, right?
Oh, that goofball even greeted her in Russian then, acting all gentlemanly, as if he forgot it was him who stole the silver platter from Old Mo back then.
