My Sweet Wife: The C

Lin Niannian's hands were handcuffed behind her back, her fists clenched white, but she still couldn't help trembling.,Lin Niannian was weeping, but she couldn't help herself.,Dressed in a suit, he dashed out without noticing Jin Cheng sit down after him. He resembled a satiated beast, lazily leaning against the bed edge and chuckling into the phone as he gave orders.。