Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

"Chen Ping sat in the passenger seat and smiled at Gu Ling'er."Even with death at your doorstep, you still think about eating!"Gu Ling'er said helplessly.Even in death, I'd rather die a full belly. Li...epidation and fear, hastily parting to make way."I didn't expect this devil to be here either."Chen Ping, a middle-aged man of about fifty years old, stood before him. A flicker of melancholy crossed...