C491

Late at night, the wind that was blowing uneasily in the room finally made a call.

"Hey, who the hell are you?"

Sweat was pouring out of his forehead, and the thought of the day, of the Poinsettias telling him grimly not to start a fire on his own, filled him with uncontrollable fear.

As the son of the Great Wall Corporation, he had seen a lot of things, but he had never seen so many of them