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’s intelligent eyes glanced at the students behind Yan Jingxi, then fell back on the person in front of him.。