C142 Want Me to Confess to You?

Her voice was soft and mellow before she went to sleep. It was as if a small hand was caressing Huo Tianqing's heart.

The luxurious streets of New York were no longer in front of him.

Thinking of the WeChat message that Soong Miao sent him when he got off the plane, Huo Tianqing's heart suddenly felt soft. He took off the cigarette from his thin lips and stubbed it out in the ashtray