In the presidential suite of the hotel, Joan was flushed with a delicate wine-induced glow. Her eyebrows were delicately drawn, her eyes sparkling with amusement and allure, captivatingly beautiful. Her features were flawless, and the blush on her cheeks from the drink only heightened her stunning beauty.,Pushing open the door, I saw three people in the room, with Qiao Anuo being held in Fang Chen's arms.,Joanne felt a bit down. She tossed and turned in bed, then switched off the lights and cried in the darkness.。