My Spy Years

Liu A-da would often say he wouldn't sell to you again next time.,Lao Liao wore an old, thin cotton coat. He wasn't squeezed in the crowd but stood at the edge of it, holding a bottle of yellow wine in his hand.,"I'll just follow the team leader," Ding Naifei said, not angry at all. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag, looking pleased.。