Coffee House No. 61 Part 2
A small subordinate actually climbed on his head. He had no pocket money, no self-esteem, no freedom, and even the people he liked had to be controlled.
He didn't believe it. His mafia heir was going to be controlled by a smelly durian who couldn't laugh for the rest of his life. He had some moral integrity, okay?
Even if he saved him, even if he accidentally slept with him, even if he fell in love accidentally, he would never admit it unless...
Unless that stinky durian gives him a smile, he won't talk about it if he doesn't laugh, and he won't admit it until he dies! ! !
Well, if I don't die, I'll admit it when he's in a good mood that day! ! ! ! !
