Chapter 217 He Cooked Breakfast Himself

t, the pale gold illuminating his back. His entire being exuded an aura of extreme loneliness and pride. In the dim light, the mask of indifference he wore gradually showed cracks. The cigarette held...Sheng, dinner's ready." Yi Sheng called out to Wen Ping Sheng who was sitting in the living room.“Oh, you’re here.” Wen Ping Sheng originally wanted to put on an act, pretending that he was still angr...