lt;Mr. Bao, Mrs. Bao

With Gu Cenduo around, Yan Ji's blade would certainly not harm Yan Jiaojiao. She had just walked to the dining table when her hand was grabbed. The man pressed his voice, "Yan Ji...",Several people had no appetite for dinner. Zhou Shuyue slumped in her chair, looking dejected. "Chen Ye," she sighed, "Am I such a terrible mother For so many years, I didn't even realize...",Looking at the wall straight ahead, she was thankful he hadn't gone crazy when she was pressing the gas pedal. Otherwise, today they would have ended up at the hospital.。