Mingzheng held the steering wheel with one hand, his fingers were pale and slender, the curve of the knuckles was as exquisitely carved, yet there was a cold hardness to them.The warm, orange glow of...Aji slowly pushed the wheelchair. It had stopped raining, and the butler hurried forward to take over Aji's work. to Fu Yan this person, while they may seem hard to understand, they are actually quite straightforward.She has her own pride and a set of principles, and she wouldn't say these things in front of Huo...