on on her face, clearly siding with Zheng Mengyao.Lin Jin dyed her fair fingers, clenching them tightly.They were right, even if she knew the truth, would Tang Wanting believe herNever, and who would... Lu Liming propped himself up against the sofa and stood up, his eyes, tinged with drunkenness, looked at Fu Mo Han sitting on the sofa. After a moment of silence, he said, "I can walk myself."Saying...