lt;Mr. Bao, Mrs. Bao

With Gu Cenduo around, Yan Ji's blade would certainly not harm Yan Jiaojiao. She had just walked to the dining table when her hand was grabbed. The man pressed his voice, "Yan Ji...","I saw all your photos in Xiaoji's room drawer while I was helping her tidy up. She didn't tell you about that, did she",Looking at the wall straight ahead, she was thankful he hadn't gone crazy when she was pressing the gas pedal. Otherwise, today they would have ended up at the hospital.。