C404 Support Granddad

The cold of the night was like a tide, slowly creeping over the brow of a man's brow, taking away the lustre of a man. There was wine in the man's eyes, and his drunken eyes were gradually suffused with warmth, and he smiled at the woman in front of him.

"Lim San, you and I have a life-and-death relationship. When he was young, he was very cold