Sunshine spreads into the room, bringing a little warmth.

"Huo Zong?"

Joanna called softly.

Hawthorne retracted his mind slightly and glanced at the position where Mu Chudi had just sat.

"Hmm?"

"Assistant Zhou is waiting for your reply."

Joanna's cell phone shows that she's on the phone.

"Do what she wants."

She didn't say it, but Joanna knew who it was.

nodded, exited the room and returned the meaning of Assistant Zhou Huo Miao.

The door was closed when it touched.

Hawthorne relaxed and fell deeply into the sofa.

The slender fingertips pressed on the thin, cool lips, with a subtle sense of heat, which seemed to leave her temperature...