He only wanted Jun Xin to be like me, but he only wanted to live up to his thoughts.
The late autumn leaves began to wither. The red leaves that fell from the courtyard were extremely like dancing red butterflies. The wooden Mu Shiyi collected some bookmarks and placed them in the scriptures Song Yu often read.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed.
Xia Shang Sure enough successfully planted those foreign women into Zhaoqi mansion.
As for the news that came from these past few days, nothing unexpected happened. Zhaoqi was about to make a move in the near future.
Perhaps he had sensed the impending departure, Song Yu the number of times and time he had stayed in the manor had also increased.
The two of them couldn' t leave Meng Hao, and Meng Hao couldn' t leave Men
