Chapter 717: Concealing

He elegantly put down his spoon, raised his cold eyes, and stared straight at the butler standing upright in the distance.The butler was taken aback. This wasn't made by the chefIf not a chef, then w...Too familiar, to the point that Lin Jinran's movements froze, and unconsciously, her mind recalled Fu Mo'han's voice. flushed red. 。Fu Mo Han wasn't wearing pajamas. He was bare-chested, his wheat-colored upper body revealing a solid chest and well-defined abdominal muscles that made people imagine. His lower body w...