A few kilometers away from the pharmacy in Shangdao District, there is still a light in the small villa.

Weidong still stood in front of the landing window with gray hair in his gray robe, looking at the gray sky in the distance. He shook his wine and swallowed it up.

There is a middle-aged man about forty years old on the sofa in his study. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his tail nails are long, and he looks like a woman with a cup. "Looks like that's done!" The middle-aged man suddenly opened his mouth and said.

Weidong pulled his lower lip, and he turned and sat...