Take your time, dear

As soon as those words reached his ears, Yan Jingxi blinked sleepily, gazing into the red wine swirling in his glass. His beautiful amber eyes reflected the flickering lights of the bar.,The poor, $100 means nothing to them, but they can use it to treat the orphans at the orphanage to a good meal. They can also slowly save enough money to leave the Yan family.,The man turned his head back, a pair of unusually handsome eyes fixed on Yan Jingxi. A flash of surprise crossed them before sinking into a deep and unfathomable darkness.。