She knew su Shicheng and had met him a few times. In the past, he was still pretty good-looking, but now, he was just a dry old man, just like the changes in the television.| They looked the same.
she was dressed in a strange chinese tunic suit and held a dragon-headed walking stick in her hand. just looking at her made her feel nauseated, so how could she fall asleep?
"i don't want this money anymore!" xia mian was wearing a light purple dress. she immediately turned around to leave.
She walked very quickly, afraid that the people behind her would not agree to her leaving.
She had a premonition that su Shicheng would never let her off. He was ye Liangqiu's father, and neither of them were good people.
it was useless no matter how fast she walked. her long hair was still pulled from behind.
su shicheng's hand moved.
He pulled Xia Mian's hair and dragged her back into the living room. He threw her onto the sofa and looked down at her.
