ntly flipped through it, Huo Shaoting's blood turned to ice. It was his handwriting, a testament to his love and longing for Wen Man—She likes to play the piano and she likes to wear clothes from the...iar.It looks just like something a regular household maid would make!Lu Qian was a meticulous person. He felt something was off; the few bites he'd taken were definitely not the work of a five-star ch...