Urban Dark Lord

The scent was reminiscent of several years ago on that battlefield.,"Sir, you don't have an appointment and can’t enter. Really, you can’t go in," at this moment, the secretary outside Chu Zhaonan’s office suddenly blocked him.,Wang Zheng lightly played with his sunglasses, then threw them onto Chu Zhaonan's desk and said, "Tyrannosaurus’ high-end custom-made sunglasses are indeed very good."。