r a moment, and then she let out another low hum, as if in great pain.One big and one small, one easy to soften their heart, and one still young and tight, are both easily fooled. Lin Meng dreamed of...wu's tone was laced with displeasure.Rong Ling sneered and laughed. With his extraordinary memory, the number was etched in his mind the moment it flashed before him. He knew it was Rong Qikeng's phon...