Seeing that Hong Ling no longer listened to him, Yan Wushuang curled his lips in boredom. "I want to see a good play between her and Chu Xun. This woman doesn't seem to believe me. She has no taste. Is my upright and kind face not trustworthy?"

Chen Hanlong appeased Bai Jing and stared at a tombstone. His expression was a little strange. This was Zheng Guangyi's tomb.

"Sir, was Zheng Guangyi my friend in my last life?" Chen Hanlong asked. He suddenly ...