C131 He Wouldn't Turn Back He Wouldn't Even Die

Ji Jing'an had just walked into the magnificent hall when he heard some vulgar laughter. His handsome face, which was as white as jade, gradually became cold as the edge of a blade.

Even though he tried his best to suppress it, a fleeting sense of disgust and hostility flashed across the depths of his dark and cold eyes.

On the huge sofa in the living room