Sixty-one

pursed his lips, putting on a cold and stern expression again.He was warm and hurried, she always thought Ye Feimo wasn't anything special, not anything special, but when he smiled... he was really.....unk, a smile curling her lips. Her words worked. She thought, in no time, Ye Feimo would be at the bar.She smiled, dialed a phone number, and the pale yellow liquor on the bar reflected in her shrewd...