The man called Tan Ge glanced at him, his face impassive. "Yes," he said.,The person behind me slept peacefully, the car lights were dim, but her complexion was as white as jade, with a rosy tinge on her lips, tempting to be captured. The mole beneath her eye, a black teardrop, was irresistible.,Huang Chen and Tan Ge looked at each other, taking it as her acting like a spoiled princess. After all, she was only an 18-year-old girl.。