C213 Fatal Counterattack

In the early winter of this night, the night was especially dark. It was as black as the ink from Lu Faan's Old Calligraphy Room, as thick as the ink from Anhui's stone.

In the villa, sitting on the sofa with Xia Wei, you and I love each other for a while. Lu Faan recalled the conversation between Old Secretary Zhang Weiminn and himself and his face suddenly turned solemn