"No, Mr. Huo, I don't mean that!"

She never thought that Homer would value that woman like that. She just said it casually.

Huo Miao's eyebrows were not raised any more, and the man in the room knew very well that the cool man did not care how the woman asked him.

Several people kicked the woman out.

All of a sudden, the women in the compartment were quiet. Hawthorne did not linger there any more, but his eyes stared at the flute from time to time, hoping to stare her out of a hole.

They haven't seen a woman like Hawthorne.

Mu Chudi was sitting on the sofa with...