Chapter 112: Zhan Xiaohan, So You Haven't Been Doing Well

What a beautiful little woman.

Su He watched all this with cold eyes; she could keep her composure.

She was only twenty-eight.

As young as a blossoming flower full of seduction, once Zhan Xiaohan died, she could become Mrs. Zhan.

She could obediently endure all sorts of torture from Zhan Tingjun, but she wouldn't let a rival overtake her.

That's why, after all these years, despite the many women trying to get close to Zhan Tingjun, he still felt a freshness towards Su He.

They say the grass is greener on the other side, but if her flower at home bloomed brightly year-round, what would Zhan Tingjun care for other women?

Her red lips left a mark on the old man's collar, her breath fragrant, a strange scent reaching Zhan Tingjun's nose.

Zhan Tingjun lost three souls and seven spirits as he stealthily squeezed Su He's soft waist.