On the other end of the phone, Leng Zirui put his phone back in his pocket, feeling much more relaxed than before.
Leng Zimo's illness, Seo Fei's hospitalization...
These situations weighed heavily on his mind, but after calling Xu Xia, he couldn't help but feel a lot more at ease.
Girlfriend, miscarriage?!
This girl truly has a vivid imagination.
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At the hotel, presidential suite.
Luo Ke leaned an arm on the wine rack, standing by the window, gazing at the magnificent night view and neon of the city, his pair of emerald green eyes devoid of any warm emotions.
Assistant Allen cautiously pushed open the door and entered, placing a stack of documents on the small table beside him.
