cely pounding Fu Mo Han's solid chest, trying to escape Fu Mo Han's confinement."Hate me, huh" Fu Mochen chuckled coldly, his dark eyes teasingly glancing at Lin Jinyan's flustered gaze. A cold smirk...The little sister didn't know who they were talking about. She only heard the last part, "I think he's just like his sister." Maybe they were from the same place. 。Moreover, they were all standing before their own doors. Since they knew he had a sister, it naturally occurred to them that he might have one too. 。her work very much. It's a pity that my wife's skills are still lacking, and she only has me wearing the suits she made." 。"With Fu Mo's words falling, Mu Shaocheng's lips froze into a smile. His gaze...