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

s sticking together like her, a mess.Wen Man was soaking in the bathtub.She was in a really bad mood and just felt like having a drink.Having sipped half a cup, she leaned against the edge of the bath... The warmth of Wen Man's touch still lingered there, a warmth he cherished.……Second floor, in front of the children's bedroom.Wen Man's fingers rested on the doorknob. She hesitated for a moment, then...