A few hours after Lin Yimian persistently stayed at Song Nuanyang's place, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A man who was seven or eight points similar to Song Nuanyang walked in, holding his woman in a close-fitting long skirt, the hem of which was slightly open, and she looked like a changing mermaid's tail when she walked.

The man glanced at Lin Yimian and sat on the sofa without saying a word.

Woman carrying a white ...... in her hand

Chapter 176 The Disaster is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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