this, but the taste is always that of a hotel.However, it had a different kind of smell. If he had to describe it, Fu Mo Han only thought of the scent of fireworks.Like the taste grandma used to make...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. 。, isn't it himIt has always been him, rejecting their arranged marriage from the very beginning.“We weren’t compatible to begin with, but divorcing rashly now would definitely not be approved by my gr...