Late at night, the moonlight illuminated the empty house. In addition to the dilapidated sofa and the glass slag of one place, Zhao Bin stood in front of the window.

Put out a cigarette and light it. He seldom smokes and seldom smokes in front of outsiders, but when he gets upset, he smokes to clear it up.

He's not upset now, but he's a little worried. If the person he entrusts doesn't work well, not only the other party will die, but he won't die with it.

Four Happiness is not a good thing, although today two people push cups for a change, he believes that if the other...