Fake Bankruptcy: The Pampered Wifey of an Imperious President
Mrs. Yan had personally picked a restaurant for the blind date. It was located in a quadrangle dwelling. Its name was Royal Garden. Its distressed walls built with grayish bricks, coupled with the scarlet wooden tables and chairs, lent an elegant and high-end air to the restaurant. She pushed open the nut-brown door and passed by a well-spaced bamb
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