haoqing narrowed his eyes. The Lin Jinyan he knew was nothing like what Zheng Mengyao said, a woman who would stop at nothing to marry Fu Mo'han.Now, walking ahead of her, every frown and smile is so...was impeccable, undoubtedly a pricey custom piece. But no amount of money could buy back what he'd lost.Her hand fell, intending to put the suit jacket back on, her fingers accidentally touching somet...