C32 The Number and Size be Not Very Clear

Feeling shocked, Tong En's pupils contracted as he stared at the set and the bottles of expensive red wine.

Wan Jingting brushed his stiff trousers, crossed his long legs, and sized up her little expression. He made a small smile: "No future. Come here."

Tong En struggled in death's door. Her luck had always been quite good, but …

Grasping onto his courage, Tong En continued