Luo Ting didn't say much more.
At this time, comforting her artist might just add to the stress.
Better to focus on finding good resources for her.
She couldn't believe she couldn't outdo Xia Sheng!
Sooner or later, she would show that little white flower!
Thinking of this gave Luo Ting, the agent, some motivation.
At nine o'clock at night.
Beijing Mansion.
Jiang Mian had gone to bed early, and when Fu Sichen lifted the blanket and lay down, he naturally placed his hand on the woman's waist.
The woman in his arms shrank to one side slightly, her voice faint, "Stay away from me."
??
Fu Sichen laughed angrily, Mrs. Fu's temper was flaring up, and she was cutting off all relations.
"Because of Floating?"
Jiang Mian pursed her red lips slightly, not saying much.
"I just found out about it this afternoon too, it was their side doing things on their own."
Fu Sichen grasped her slender waist again, whispering in Jiang Mian's ear, "Baby, I'm also wronged."
Whew!!!
