Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

It's late now, the windows on the twelfth floor are dark, there's no light, she must be asleep.,He took out his phone and dialed a number. The phone was answered quickly.,"What did he do" He wiped his hair, sat down on the sofa, threw down the towel, picked up the hangover soup that Lao Shu had just brought in, and took a sip.。