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.,"Mu Mu, this is my fault. You can blame me. NoNo is pregnant with my child now. You can't touch him." Fang Chen's defensive voice made Qiao AnMu's heart ache even more.,The man seemed to be angered by her words. His thin lips curled into a sinister smile, not becoming gentle, but rather more unrestrained and wild.。