The wife of a promin

Fold the newspaper and set it aside, the monstrous visage of Zhi-ru bathed in the fractured light cast by the crystal chandelier.,"Yè Jiǔliáng, do you know I didn't return until three in the morning last night" He held back the surging power within him, asking word by word.,After a pause, she took a sip of her coffee and continued, "I actually wanted to discuss something with you, but you were sleeping so soundly that I assumed you agreed. Besides, I didn't pour much anyway."。