My Spy Years

Cheng Qianfan didn't speak, met Li Hao's gaze, and bought a ticket.,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.,“Does this old man drink” Wang Kangnian picked up the telescope and, upon careful observation, saw the old man lower his head several times to look at the bottle he was carrying. This detail caught his attention and piqued his interest.。