C173 Spicy Mother Fought Back Without Leaving a Mark

There was no light in the bedroom. Xiang Haoqing sat on the sofa, smoking a cigar.

If not for the bright light on the cigar, the butler would have thought that it was a stone statue.

The lights in the courtyard outside the window illuminated the window. The dim light dyed the sturdy body in a circle of dark gold light. The cold and mysterious handsome face was hidden in the darkness