叶子楣聊斋志异国语版

The clear night sky was full of stars. A flight from Southeast Asia to Shanghai landed steadily. A man wearing a black windbreaker and holding a brown Hermes wallet in his hand had a middle-parted hairstyle. His hair was black and shiny. He was about forty years old. Despite his age, even though he was wearing sunglasses, it was still difficult to hide the ferocity emanating from his eyes....