lt;Nineth Uncle, you

For his son's future, Wang Xueqiang endured the anger burning within him. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails had dug into his palms.,Gu Yunyu's eyes deepened slightly, and his cold voice carried a hint of displeasure: "Didn't you take a bath before going to sleep",Gu Yunyu gripped the hand before him, his icy voice laced with a chilling aura of killing intent.。