chapter 60 I didn't say let you go

Ling Qiao was slightly dazed when she heard what Cifeng said. Was it a basic skill to memorize the models of every firearm? The Cifeng gestured to the outside of the house, then leaned down and stared out the window. In front of the villa dining table. Ning Wu took off his suit jacket, folded it neatly and put it aside. He sat down at the dining table wearing a white shirt and arranged the napkin carefully to prevent the juice of the food from splashing on him. Sister Hong twisted...