Word had it that Vincent Scavo, who never took interest in women, suddenly showed special preference towards a retard from the Britt family.
Believing that it was just a rumor, women in City Y set off together to disclose the truth, only to find that:
The retard was lying on Vincent's legs leisurely, playing a game on her phone. While gently giving her advice, Vincent peeled an iced grape with his slender fingers and fed her himself.
"No way!" The women howled with their eyes popping.
Hearing them, the retard put on a mischievous smile. "You got so many admirers!"
Vincent looked down and nibbled her delicate chin. In a husky and charming voice, he whispered, "Cannot see any of them. I only have eyes for you."
All the women outside fainted from anger and jealousy.

Billionaire's Reborn Baby

"The moon is round." Spencer lay on the recliner and looked up at the moon above him. He sighed, "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Time flies."


"Your face..." Spencer turned back to look at him. "Don't worry. It's just that it's hot now, so it'll take some time for you to recover. Shouldn't it hurt anymore?"


"Yes, it doesn't hurt anymore." Harold touched the gauze on his face.


"It has been more than two months. Not everyone can stand it. You are the only one who has a strong will and can endure it." Spencer remembered a patient from a rich family. He met the patient when he travelled all over the country a long time ago. "As the house caught fire, the man was severely burned. It was not as serious as yours. I told him the specific treatment plan. However, he began to drive me away. He hoped to receive western treatment because he could use anesthetic."


The Patient (1)