Sixty-one

between the rich and the poor is palpable. Behind the towering skyscrapers lie rows of dilapidated slums. The glittering opulence conceals a multitude of homeless individuals who have nowhere to turn...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."'s" Wenran asked.Chen Xue's was momentarily unclear about Wen Ran's meaning, thinking that she also liked children. After all, they were the flesh and blood of the Tang family. She thought for a momen...