The wife of a promin

Fold the newspaper and set it aside, the monstrous visage of Zhi-ru bathed in the fractured light cast by the crystal chandelier.,Ye Jiuliang shielded the cup with his hand, preventing the coffee from being spilled.,"Xiao Liangliang, you smile and there's trouble brewing. I'm afraid this coffee is beyond my humble capacity to enjoy." Gu Xino glanced at the coffee pushed towards him, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.。