Everyone in the capital knew that Mr. Xun doted on his adopted daughter.
If you want the stars but not the moon, let her be lawless.
Until I dug out the death report of his biological parents in his safe.
It turns out that this grand favor was actually a carefully planned imprisonment.
"Xun Boyan, am I a chess piece or a substitute?"
Faced with the question, the man pushed me against the corner with red eyes and said in a hoarse voice:
"Chen Xingwan, you can hate me, but you will die in my hands."
