Early the next morning, at Wang Jing Hong’s backyard in the county town. Huo Jing Run’s slender fingers were holding a withered evening primrose petal near his nose. This fragrance, hm, not bad. An assistant stood behind him respectfully. “Mr Huo, Su Mian has received the admission notice. You really have incredible foresight. How did you know that there would ...
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