Lu Chongyuan
The crystal chandelier in the living room illuminated everything with unforgiving clarity. He sat in the shadow of the sofa, a cigar held between his fingers, the smoke blurring the expression on his face. Without even raising his head, he simply asked in a flat tone:
"When your father sent you here, did he tell you what you were coming here to do?"Faça login para continuar a conversa.