Jiang Mingzhu Zhou L

Her voice was very low, speaking softly and getting quieter and quieter, like she might cry at any moment.,> When she went to attend Mr. Fu's birthday with Xiaozhi, Ginger Mingzhu reaped quite a bit.,"As for Zhou Li, with that black face and bad temper of his, if he didn't have money or connections, who would even look at him He'd probably end up as a duck."。