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.,That was Qiao's mother's voice, standing frozen in astonishment.,Pushing open the door, I saw three people in the room, with Qiao Anuo being held in Fang Chen's arms.。