The Prime Ministerap

"Serves him right, no one will ever beat us again.",A thin man lay on the dilapidated bed. Though slender, he possessed an indescribable nobility. His black hair was as dark as ink, like cold jade, and his eyebrows and eyes carried a chillingly handsome air.,Who knew, before he could even speak, Xie Yunjin suddenly turned his head, his brows and eyes cold and icy, like a shard of ice in the depth of winter: "Get out."。