Late night.
Platinum Palace No.6.
On top of the bed, a golden retriever rolled around like a spinning top. "F*** f*** f*** f*** f***…"
Lei Ming was sitting on the sofa opposite, his face one of helplessness as he yawned. "You’ve said f*** 258 times already, what on earth happened tonight?"
Immediately Jiang Muye’s eyes burned with rage, and even his tiger canines glinted coldly. "Don’t mention 250 to me! I’m really a total
Lei Ming’s mouth twitched. He had no clue at all why he was acting all crazy.