C168 Men Are All Bastards

In the luxurious suite, it was a mess, the wine spilled all over the floor, gathered together, the bright red color was demonic, and it was hard to tell if it was red wine or blood.

Di Changchuan was still sitting on the sofa quietly. His elegant legs were crossed over each other, and the deep outline remained unchanged. His lonely eyes were calm and reserved. It was so profound and mysterious