lt;Mr. Bao, Mrs. Bao

"I saw all your photos in Xiaoji's room drawer while I was helping her tidy up. She didn't tell you about that, did she",Yan Ji stood by the emergency exit, leaning against the railing and lighting a cigarette for himself. His gaze passed through the dissipating smoke, falling blankly on some emptiness below.,As she fastened her seatbelt, she heard the man beside her, who had been silent throughout the drive, suddenly speak. "Do you have deep feelings for me"。