The Imperial Concubi

How much money there was, Wang Zhanggui didn't know either. But judging from the denomination and thickness of each bill, it was at least thirty thousand yuan.,In the room, Yun'an, who had finished washing up, lay sideways on the bed, her red hair sprawled across the bed, alluring to the extreme.,Steady, he caught the 'weapon' Yun Anan threw at him. Beichen Lin's sinister eyes were full of a dangerous smile.。