When Fang Chen saw Qiao Anmu, a flicker of unease crossed his face. Thinking of her fierce temper, he instinctively shielded Qiao Annuo behind him.,Joanne felt a bit down. She tossed and turned in bed, then switched off the lights and cried in the darkness.,A hushed murmur, the voice sweet and melodious, with a hint of intoxication, made the man in the darkness frown slightly. Yet, an inexplicable heat swirled within him.。