Chapter 935

Chapter 184Zhao Ping'an had no psychological pressure at all, and directly opened his mouth, liking something meant he had to get it. Money was nothing but an external thing.Chapter 935

A bed is inside the room.

A woman with sweat dripping from her brow, who had originally seemed reluctant, suddenly sat up straight upon hearing this.

It is exactly Zhao Ji's month!

"and it was best to let it go. However, he wasn't fond of these second-generation kids and wouldn't initiate conversations with them.>"If you are not satisfied, I will continue to apologize to Mr. Zhao...