Sixty-one

erged from hell itself, exuding an irresistible presence.“Let him go!” he said, his warm eyes widening. That voice… that voice… It wasn’t Mo’s voice. The sea wind was too strong, and Wen Nuan’s heart...ears old, driving all over the streets," Mo Chen said with a grin. Gu Bao glared at him, "Don't spoil the child, you're not allowed to drive until you're sixteen."Mumu cried, "Mom, Bernie from next do...