It was difficult to tell what she was feeling now. She only felt that the past memories and feelings were coming out from every corner of her heart.
The unforgettable stories that happened here had already been engraved deeply into her soul.
Feeling bad, she frowned and pretended to ask curiously, "Mr. Green, is this your home?"
"Yes."
He nodded slightly, poured her a glass of water, and looked up to the second floor. "Go upstairs."
Stella looked at the room where she had lived for many years and felt it difficult to move forward.
"Is Mr. Green serious?"
She smiled charmingly with her arms crossed. She blinked her eyes and said deliberately, "If you take women home casually, it may affect your career. Mr. Green, aren't you a businessman? Don't you believe in anything
