Their voices weren't quiet; the front desk could hear them.,"How can He Zong even be jealous of a woman" Meng Lan leaned against the wall, reaching for a cigarette but finding none. She couldn't help but curse under her breath.,向晚 looked at Feng Mu running past her, and elbowed He Hanchuan, "No matter what, Lan Jie is your right-hand man, you just sold her like this"。