The wife of a promin

"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.,"What did you do to my bed" he exclaimed, a spray of water droplets scattering from his freshly washed hair.,Luckily, he had bought that magical glue at the time and also picked up a few bottles of special reagents, otherwise his stylish short hair wouldn't have stayed put.。