Tang Ruoying herself is good-looking, not to mention her present appearance can be called delicate and touching. When she was singing in the bar, many men took a fancy to her.
She didn't believe it. Now that she has thrown herself into it, can Asher Hawn still control it?
Asher Hawn pursed his lips tightly. He looked at Tang Ruoying quietly for a moment, and finally sank his heart. He nodded patiently and agreed.
"OK, then you can lie down with peace of mind, I won't leave."
Tang Ruoying nodded, with tears on her delicate face, and she was quite distracted. She lay down slowly, but she still held Asher Hawn's hand, and even her eyes kept sticking to the man's face, just like super glue.
Asher Hawn thought of Nora Smith's words and their plans. Even if he didn't want to deal with her, he still had to sit down and talk to Tang Ruoying.
Until I saw the woman close her eyes and breathe evenly, it looked like she was asleep.
Asher Hawn breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.