ut, she still compromised and followed Zhang Sao downstairs. She took the bowl of brown medicinal soup from Tiantian and drank it with a frown on her face, full of resistance. 。It wasn't as bitter a...an's direction. Just then, a waiter turned and left. Lin Jin Ran held the cup in her hand, gulping down whatever was inside it. On the other side, Fu Mo Han reached out and picked up the champagne gla...