Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty Eight: The wine and meat of Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen to death...
"Survival of the fittest..."
Xie Wanying murmured this sentence, fell into deep thought, and the carriage returned to calm. Wang Kang lifted up the curtain of the car and looked at the loneliness outside.
He knew that Xie Wanying was right at least, and that he would not be able to break it and establish it...
Chapter completed!