My Sweet Wife: The C

Lin Niannian's hands were handcuffed behind her back, her fists clenched white, but she still couldn't help trembling.,His voice, laced with a power that was almost unnerving, fell like a simple statement of fact. Yet, Lin Niannian knew that this man, wielding immense authority, had just condemned both him and his family.,The wine was poured into him unceremoniously, the remnants dripping down his open collar and onto his servant's tunic. It left the man cold.。