lt;Mr. Bao, Mrs. Bao

Several people had no appetite for dinner. Zhou Shuyue slumped in her chair, looking dejected. "Chen Ye," she sighed, "Am I such a terrible mother For so many years, I didn't even realize...",Yan Ji stood by the emergency exit, leaning against the railing and lighting a cigarette for himself. His gaze passed through the dissipating smoke, falling blankly on some emptiness below.,She was flamboyant, but not reckless. She wouldn't accept evidence: "It's a pity, such a high pedestal, yet your hands remained unbroken."。