Chen Yiquan looks at the news and turns his mouth.

sitting on the sofa, Tang Wu's satirical arc spreads out with a hazy sense of danger. "If it's snowy, I can't imagine that one day, you will end up like this, will you?"

Chen Yiquan shakes the red wine in the glass, scarlet wine stains ripple on the wall of the glass, and his lips crack sinister lines. "Seven years ago she hurt us in prison, seven years later, we don't pay back twice, so how can we let go of our hatred?"

"first, the bad reputation of beating the merchant has not been cleared, then the information of adultery...