chapter 16 The benchmark of male morality in Gervasio Sheng

The roar of cars came from the direction of the boulevard.

Chimene Yu looked sideways and saw the black Ghost roaring away through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His car, like him, is very irritable.

How could she quarrel with Gervasio Sheng?

She couldn't even hold onto the Lutfi Buddha.

Chimene Yu looked away. She glanced at the pink cardboard scattered on the coffee table that had not been cleaned up. "Maybe he doesn't like this kind of paper crane. I should...