No wonder Ye Beicheng felt pain in her hand when she took the bracelet for her yesterday. It wasn't her thing at all. She was just making a wedding dress for a dead woman.

Squatting down in grief and clasping his legs tightly, he was still unable to resist the cold from the inside out.

She has no idea whether the reality is too false or she is too silly.

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A taxi stopped in front of Ye's Group, got off quietly and went straight to the president's office with a frosty face.

The elevator was parked on the twelfth floor. As soon as the door opened, Li Da met...