C85 The Best Noodles

It was a quiet night. The whole of Zhong Hai seemed to be peaceful, so quiet that it was terrifying.

Inside Ouyang Baanruo's villa, ever since Ouyang Zhenyuan had left in a hurry, he had been tossing and turning, and found it hard to fall asleep.

While smoking one cigarette after another, Ye Zifeng continued to sit at the head of the bed. He squinted his eyes