Sixty-one

Wen Nuan was embarrassed; her sense of direction was terrible, she had no idea which direction the Mingcheng Apartment was in.A city has many streets, crisscrossing everywhere. It's hard to tell which...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."itedly, her eyes sparkling. Mo Chen suddenly felt something was wrong; his little sister-in-law seemed overly excited, a bit like a crazed fan of someone."Little sister-in-law, what do you want to say...