The wife of a promin

Lifted the black coffee on the table and took a sip, counting down the seconds until the man came to kill him.,A gritted voice called out his name, the child’s eyes lifting slightly. Their clear eyes blinked innocently.,"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.。