The wife of a promin

What's strange is that in the huge dining hall, only the child was there.,Fold the newspaper and set it aside, the monstrous visage of Zhi-ru bathed in the fractured light cast by the crystal chandelier.,Reddish-brown long hair, brown eyes, red teeth and white, a delicate baby face full of spirit, without mentioning the age, most people would think she was underage.。