C125 Paris France This Man's Fire Is a Little Devilish

After Leeson left. Liao Zhenbo sat on the stone chair, unmoving. The eyes of the dyed night. Ye Zichen focused on the phone in his hand.

The phone had always been only for him. A communication tool for issuing commands and receiving information. There is no role to be played in life.

But today … If anyone saw him. But he didn't think so