The phone chirped promptly, and Jiang Yaoyao almost gritted her molars as she opened the bank app.
So pathetic!
He is a man with a fiancée!
Don't be lovestruck anymore, do you hear me!
After giving herself this mental pep talk, she spoke coldly, "The money has been transferred; you should check it."
Without waiting for his response, she indifferently turned her face away.
The light from the plane window streamed in, falling upon her fair and delicate face.
With her eyes closed, her proud nose and tightly pursed red lips made it clear that she was brooding…
Bo Jinlan couldn't help but smile at the corner of his lips.
Compared to three years ago, the little girl's once immature features had fully matured; her eyebrows and eyes were now exquisitely defined, especially when wearing makeup, adding to her dazzling beauty—though her temperament...
Just like three years ago, she was quick to react, her emotions plain to see on her face, allowing him to see right through her.
