The wife of a promin

Hearing the cries from upstairs, Hai Ru's lips curved into a faint smile.,Fold the newspaper and set it aside, the monstrous visage of Zhi-ru bathed in the fractured light cast by the crystal chandelier.,After a pause, she took a sip of her coffee and continued, "I actually wanted to discuss something with you, but you were sleeping so soundly that I assumed you agreed. Besides, I didn't pour much anyway."。