t talking about her."As the last tree turned pink with cherry blossoms, Lin Jinran finally made a sound. Fu Mochen's cold voice had already spoken before her, his dark eyes, as cold as ice, fixed on Z...Do you careo have a good chat."After she finished speaking, she smiled again and looked at Fu Mochen, her voice soft and gentle, "Please help me, Mochen."Fu Mo Han looked at Lin Ruochu's clothes, they were indee...