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

ed himself some indulgence.At that moment, the phone on the bedside table rang.Ho Shaoting frowned, who would call at this timeHe held the cigarette between his lips, pressed the answer button, and sp...der fingers fell upon the black and white keys, closing her eyes as she played a piece of "Moonlight Sonata." That was the piece Wen Man most frequently played at home.He had never told Wen Man this,...