He then reluctantly raised his finger and stammered to Zheng Mengyao, "That magazine, it was her who asked me to redesign and print the blueprints. At the time, Miss Zheng gave me 50,000 yuan. I must...Raise the bedding, Lin Jin dyed once again lay down, back against the door, the quilt covered to the nose, the whole person shrank in the quilt, tightly closed his eyes. 。

It's not a big deal, just sleep it off. 。Alas, she just couldn't fall asleep. Lying in bed, she became increasingly uncomfortable. 。unbearably wanting to cry 。

"Click!" 。A crisp sound of a door openingiscellaneous everyday items. Her gaze lingered on the thimble, a tool her mother frequently used when sewing, which was kept alongside the mirror. 。Closing the drawer, Lin Jinran stood up and walked...