Happy Valentine's

The yuan family was stunned on the spot!

All of them were either terrified or shocked, and even Yuan Huaneng, who had just been beaten up, could not move!

A click.

Lin Hanxing placed the teacup back in front of her. Her beautiful long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her cold voice was heard again.

"If you want to blame someone, then blame the person who made you work for him."

She looked at the man whose mouth had been gagged again.

He smiled.

Her fair and clear face was only the size of a palm, and her slightly curled and waist-length hair was spread out on both sides.

The light makeup on her face made her look ...

It was elegant but cruel.

The sunlight poured in through the Gothic-style high window above everyone's heads, coating the dust in the air with a soft color. At this time, the dust was scattered and lingered around Lin Hanxing.

In the past, the yuan family loved to enjoy breakfast in such an atmosphere.

But now ...