C25 He Slapped His Face

Shen Yurong stood tall and straight at the end of the corridor. His ink-black eyes were staring at Pi Luoluo without blinking.

He wore a black Amani suit and a pair of shiny handmade leather shoes. He was neat and solemn, and his body emitted a powerful aura that looked down on the heaven and earth.

Pi Luoluo blinked her eyes in surprise