“That’s the best.” Rachel Sterling nodded. “After I have an intersection with your elder brother, you tell me what you need me to do.”
“It’s a word!”
Sheng Laoqi did such a thing, but she didn’t know how she felt.
Approximately, it is the heart that killed her!
That night, when Sheng Minglan returned to Charles Brighton, it was already 11 o’clock in the middle of the night, but she was too late to dress up and asked Scott Everwood directly for the address of Jeremy Flint’s door and drove to the past.
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