The Secret Agent's Wife Is Too Clingy

"Ah, the weather is so hot." Xi Weijun put his arms on the railing of the rooftop and buried his head in his arms. Although the wind on the rooftop was quite refreshing, the sun was too strong and his vision was blurred, as if he was in the midst of steaming flames. The ghost's cell phone rang, and Xi Weijun touched the small flower ornament in his hair close to his earlobe. "What's the matter?" "Do you know the dark head?" "Is it the number one sect?" "They have a key to the Clam Palace door, and they need you to get it." "Clam Palace? The boss wants clams...