appearShe flipped it open, flipping to the back pages, but couldn't find a painting similar to Lin Jinran's. Flipping back to the front cover, she confirmed that it was indeed that magazine.What on...inked. His beautiful glasses immediately became misty with a pitiful look."Mo Han ge, you finally agreed to see me.""Who allowed you to contact journalists in my name" Fu Mochen strode before Lin Ruoc...