C35 Sir Madam Hasn't Come Home yet

The man stood smoking in front of the French window, frowning slightly. It was not hard to see that he was in a bad mood.

The Lu Group building was almost towering into the clouds. Looking down, people were the size of ants. It was as if he could crush them into mud with just a simple movement of his toes.

His phone rang. The man clicked on the message interface.

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