chapter 174 This is fate!

When the thirty-year-old man returned home, he saw the lights in the living room were still on.

There was also the sound of a very quiet TV playing commercials.

An Anne Boyle curled up on the sofa, covered with a very thin blanket.

It seems like he has fallen asleep, no wonder he didn't reply to my WeChat message.

I tiptoed to the sofa, without waking her up, and just squatted beside the sofa and looked at her.

An Anne Boyle was sleeping soundly,...