oking for me” The two words “stalking” made He Hanchuan’s eyes darken a bit, and he felt a strange tightness in his chest. He tugged at his shirt lightly 。"Well," 。Jiang Qingran saw his movements, an...Moreover, this is just what they see on the surface. Behind the scenes, who knows what terrible things Feng Mu has been inciting Meng Lan to do!

Especially when it came to A-wei, just as she was about to help Menglan seek justice, Menglan suddenly let out a light chuckle, “What General Feng said is true. How can I compare to A-wei Thank you for the kindness of President He and his wife. Wearing such a priceless dress feels like a burden on me!”

She still smiled gently, breaking the current awkward silence with a few brief words. Without losing her composure, she called over the waiter and went to the dressing room to change out of her dress.

But even as a woman, Xiang Wan could see how strained her smile was, and couldn't help but feel sorry for Meng Lan. Before working together at the Dream Hall, Meng Lan was such an elegant and noble woman in her memory. She couldn't understand what kind of leverage Feng Mu had that made her willingly be tormented by him like this

"You'd better rein it in!" He Hanchuan lightly tapped the table, his tone cold as he warned Feng Mu. After all, Menglan had voluntarily attached herself to him, so they couldn't do much. a yell, the blade sliding into He Hanchuan's abdomen with a muffled, tiny "poof".He stood still, blood flowing along the blade and wound. It hurt and he was uncomfortable, but he didn't move. He just...