The Minister of Commerce gave a stirring blow.

The night scene was clear and the tone of voice was very weak, but somehow, the Minister of Commerce felt a bitter cold.

Some of his second monks were confused and didn't know what they had done wrong. They looked at the night and smiled and answered, "It's all right, just chat."

The night was silent and the eyes seemed careless. The Minister of Commerce took a look at his hand on the back of his chair.

This one eye, let the Minister of commerce's hand reflexively shrink, shrink his hand far away.

When he responded, he looked suspiciously at the night,...