The wife of a promin

In the deserted suburbs, a black mansion stood out like a sore thumb. Its dark glass and black exterior...,"Yè Jiǔliáng, do you know I didn't return until three in the morning last night" He held back the surging power within him, asking word by word.,Luckily, he had bought that magical glue at the time and also picked up a few bottles of special reagents, otherwise his stylish short hair wouldn't have stayed put.。