C213 A fatal counterattack

In the river and sea during the early winter of that night, the night was exceptionally dark. It was as black as the ink from An Hui's ink stone in Xiao Yi's Pen Hall.

In the villa, sitting on the sofa with Xia Wei, you and I love each other for a while. Xiao Yi thought about the conversation between Old Secretary Zhang Weimin and himself and his face suddenly turned solemn