Sixty-one

ndow, and a cold wind blew in. There was a slight chill. The man's rigid features were even more icy at this moment, carved like a knife axe, his eyes as deep as an ancient pool, bottomless.Watch……Tha...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."d her. It was a warm surprise. Coincidentally, reporters were waiting at the door. Several reporters on the street had been dealt with by Du Di's people. Warmth wanted to go home early and have dinner...