Enter the villa, walk through the big garden, the lawn is full of beautiful men and women, here are young people.

Enter the spacious hall, where the middle-aged man's sky is clear.

The halls of the Song family's luxury houses are the size of a basketball court with bright lights. As we walked along, we greeted Zhong Lingxiu with friendly eyes, smiles or nods.

I don't have that much face.

Zhong Lingxiu stopped suddenly and turned to look at me. I asked what was going on. She asked me if I had prepared any gifts. Now she was going to see Mr. Song.

The beautiful woman also looked at me...