My Sweet Wife: The C

Lin Niannian's hands were handcuffed behind her back, her fists clenched white, but she still couldn't help trembling.,Lin Niannian gathered her courage and looked up, her stubborn eyes filled with mist as she met his gaze.,Dressed in a suit, he dashed out without noticing Jin Cheng sit down after him. He resembled a satiated beast, lazily leaning against the bed edge and chuckling into the phone as he gave orders.。