You intend to let your hair down, I advise you to embrace the worldly customs.
In Mr. Darcy's restaurant, within the lingering fragrance of cool tea, Fu Qian quickly organized his viewing impressions and summarized them concisely.
He couldn't fully confirm yet, but Fu Qian felt he could still match the brain circuits of the warehouse and Mr. Ji Sr.
The whole blood wedding event was indeed targeted at Mr. Jose, even to the extent that calling it a hunt would not be an exaggeration.
Because of the mark of the Mother of the Gospel on his body, which was deemed necessary to eliminate by the warehouse.
Everything revolved around this, including but not limited to Mr. Ji Sr.'s impersonation of the groom, the expression of true feelings in the secret chamber, and the altar refusing to pen down...
All of these were merely to evoke maximum resonance of pleasure, thus leading Mr. Jose to find it hard to resist the temptation of such a low-level amusement.
