ther text you'd like me to translate!A middle-aged man with a cold expression, Zhou Taishan, was still sitting on the sofa.Ye Yaoqing sat on the single sofa to one side.The atmosphere inside the villa...y clearly, he is staring at himself!"Her face was crimson, about to bleed. She gritted her teeth and said, “Zhao Ping’an, can you turn your face away!”This scum of a man, he talks a good game, but he...