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.,He put his things in his pocket, feeling like he had some loose change. He quickly placed it on the bedside table. He was in such a hurry that he didn't notice dropping a necklace from his bag onto the floor.。