The wife of a promin

At this moment, a layer of frost covered his handsome face. His dark eyes stared at the child's deceptively innocent face, his white teeth grinding together fiercely.,"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.,"Ye Jiulyang, are you planning to burn incense for me during Qingming Festival" What the hell, he was sleeping like a log. He clearly just fell asleep with his hands and feet all over the place.。