The Imperial Concubi

Beichen Lin brought over the twice-cooked sesame cakes, which were even more crispy and fragrant. However, Yun Anan still had no appetite.,How much money there was, Wang Zhanggui didn't know either. But judging from the denomination and thickness of each bill, it was at least thirty thousand yuan.,With a pillow in tow, Bei Chen Lin hurled himself at Yun An An like a weapon, pinning her tightly beneath him.。