ne number on her own phone, but it was also unavailable.Now, in her phone, the only contact number of someone she knew in common with Leng Yechen was Leng Zhujing.Tong Yimo scratched her forehead with..."My child, can only be mine and Yimo's. If Yimo cannot give birth, then I will not want a child." 。er went on and on, "Since Lang An likes roasted mutton, I like it now too." 。Lang An likes to lie quietly in the trees and listen to the birdsong, and I now also like to lie quietly in the trees and l...