C509 The Prime Minister's Residence Was in Shakedowns

Wuhua was sitting in the pavilion, his white robe fluttering in the wind. He raised his hand to signal the old woman to calm down. His eyes were cold as he looked at the scene with a sneer.

His smile was full of ridicule and disdain as he looked at the pair of eyes. Hsing Zhe's face immediately darkened. He pulled out the expensive cups and cups from the soldier's arms