My Spy Years

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.,Especially the youngest one, who loves their homemade sorghum liquor the most.,“This old man seems to be daydreaming.” Wang Kangnian put down the telescope and pondered for a moment, “What is he thinking about”。