Sixty-one

Warmth flared before reason, spilling out of him.Narcissism, is there anything to be proud of about a man looking goodYe Fei Mo coldly glanced over, his gaze so frigid that it felt like a layer of ice...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."ing.She turned her wrist, about to make a move, when suddenly her eyes narrowed and she glanced towards the window. She had studied the architectural plans of the buildings near this skyscraper, and t...