"Back then, the decision to bring you home and raise you was made with the sole purpose of one day bringing profit to the Qiao family," Qiao's mother said, her eyes cold as she looked at Qiao Anmu, her ambition on full display.,"Hehe..." Qiao Anmu smiled painfully, glancing around the presidential suite. This was booked by someone else, hoping to spend a good night with Fang Chen here.,The masculine aura of strength washed over him, a pair of scorching hot hands gripping his waist, an unprecedented feeling that made Qiao An's heart relax. Drunk, he couldn't tell if it was real or a dream, a flirtatious smile in the darkness.。