and put them on the table.Lin Jin dyed himself full of a small bowl, and pushed the other half to Fu Mo Han's face.Her glazed eyes were fixed on the broth in the bowl. Holding a spoon, she delicately...hone rang insistently, and she answered it just in time. 。The voice in the receiver was a middle-aged woman with an accent from her hometown, "Hello, I'm looking for Lin Jinran, Mrs. Fu" 。"I am " 。"...