C370 I am your woman

In Xiao Menghan's phone, there were nearly thirty missed calls.

He flipped through them. Han Yong's, Tian Youting's, his father's, and his grandfather's, were all missing.

Xiao Menghan's hand rubbed the center of his brows. The memories he had of Mo Xiaoran were all blurry, but the feeling of detest towards her was very strong. Xiao Menghan went to the study room