C33 Who Are You Calling a Wife

If typing was to accumulate initial start-up funds, Han Qiang was already a man of millions. He didn't have to worry about the ten thousand yuan at all, but he still typed as usual. It was either for himself, for his previous promise, or for both.

Putting breakfast aside, Jia Wen gently took her floral shirt from the rack and gently covered him with it