C479 Baja Smoke

Du Jingyan's forehead was covered in cold sweat. His hands were cut by the two bodyguards in black behind him. On the sofa, Wu Jingyuan was sitting in a posture, with a pair of well-tailored leather shoes on his crossed legs.

His eyes were cold, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

May stood awkwardly opposite the sofa, not even daring to sit down.

In these three years