C476 The Most Pure and the Worst

A half-hundred-year-old Mediterranean man was sitting on the sofa in the middle of the room. He was squeezing his hands into the girl's chest.

Beside him, there were a few other men. Without exception, all of them were surrounded by women.

The lights in the luxurious suite were ambiguous, like the colorful hearts of people.

No one cared about Yang Ming