C107 Expectations Failed

Su residence.

Su Beimo sat on the sofa in the living room. His slender legs were crossed and his bony fingers were tapping lightly. There was a faint smile on his face and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

Thinking that he would soon hear the news that Nan Li Chuan died from poison, he felt really good. As long as he didn't have Nan Li Chuan