lt;Nineth Uncle, you

For his son's future, Wang Xueqiang endured the anger burning within him. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails had dug into his palms.,Gu Yunyu gripped the hand before him, his icy voice laced with a chilling aura of killing intent.,The smell of gunpowder permeated the entire bathroom, but just as Gu Yunyu clenched his fist, the thick scent of gunpowder instantly dissipated.。