Chapter 939: A Year, If Huo Jiao Left, Her Son Would Give He

ushed onto the couch…Wen Man's tea-colored long hair spread out on the light-colored fabric, creating a striking visual impact. Coupled with this being her solitary abode, it was quite a stimulus for...hanging on her dad's body, crying to go over.Ho Shao-ting smiled, holding the little one's bottom and carrying her towards the master bedroom. He took a few steps and then deliberately turned his head...