Xiang Bei felt that he had not lived the way he wanted to live and had wasted his whole life. It seemed that all middle-aged people were like this. What if he went back to eighteen years old? Women want to be eighteen forever, men want to go back to eighteen years old. After returning to eighteen years old...
You are the thief king of the century. When you see me, you must not call me Brother Bei, Qiangzi...
Big bosses came one after another. The gangsters had never seen such a rich man, and the business people had never seen such a ruthless one. They walked into the Great Hall of the People with flowery arms and said, serve the people...
