lt;Nineth Uncle, you

For his son's future, Wang Xueqiang endured the anger burning within him. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails had dug into his palms.,I'm just pondering how to get closer to Gu Jia. A marriage of convenience would work perfectly.,With a grunt, she came to her senses and looked at Gu Yunyu's face, which had become even more ferocious because of anger. The playful look instantly vanished, she shrugged nonchalantly, and turned out of the bathroom.。