Chapter 409

rite is their roast goose, Fai Chai Kee's Cantonese pastries, both me and Ji Lin like them, oh there are..."Fu Hánlín stood by the window, holding a cup of red tea in his right hand. His gaze softened...Aji slowly pushed the wheelchair. It had stopped raining, and the butler hurried forward to take over Aji's work.Xiaoyi pushed open the window, letting fresh air flow into the room.