The Wine of the Masked Man

I want to go home!

Xu Xiaoshou was sobbing in his heart.

He longed for freedom too much.

But the reality was so bony.

No one could truly live the life he wanted.

In this stage where he was not strong enough, passivity was always synonymous with the Xu family!

"It's a bad fate!"

Xu Xiaoshou sneered and did not give up. He looked up and said, "You said that you would not force me to make a choice."

The storyteller could not help but laugh when he heard this. He opened his mouth and spoke.

The masked man reached out his hand to stop him and said calmly, "I never break my promise to others. But Wen Ming, you have to think clearly. Do you really want to run?"

"Huh?"

The storyteller immediately became anxious.

This was a young man whom he had paid a great price but still could not catch.

Did his brother mean to let him go?

"No."

"He's mine!"