Chapter 1718, I want to kill you. On the promenade, Qiao Xin envies waiting quietly.

He looked out of the window at the withered branches and lamented the virtues and evils of the world and the cycle of cause and effect.

Think about the coming grandchildren or granddaughters, the pictures of retirement and night at home teasing children, happy smiles on the corners of the mouth.

This life is complete.

The doorboard behind him was opened, he turned around and saw the light and admiration coming out in turn.

Lighting eyes are as clear as water, and the depth of admiration and laughter is unpredictable.

The two men consciously dispersed...