C290 The Enemy of the Enemy be His Friend

It was too early, but too late.

When it wanted to open, it didn't.

Her face was pink and her lips were red with a hint of rouge.

In drunkenness, there was no hate in slandering a flower, but there was coldness in it. Who could have known that?

When he returned to his office, he heard Jiang Lan's voice from inside