The wife of a promin

Lifted the black coffee on the table and took a sip, counting down the seconds until the man came to kill him.,"Yè Jiǔliáng, do you know I didn't return until three in the morning last night" He held back the surging power within him, asking word by word.,Luckily, he had bought that magical glue at the time and also picked up a few bottles of special reagents, otherwise his stylish short hair wouldn't have stayed put.。