The Prime Ministerap

Lu Wu was speechless. He raised an eyebrow, struggling to get up. This simple action of getting up seemed to have exhausted him completely, leaving him drenched in sweat.,A thin man lay on the dilapidated bed. Though slender, he possessed an indescribable nobility. His black hair was as dark as ink, like cold jade, and his eyebrows and eyes carried a chillingly handsome air.,But at this moment, the depths of his ink-black eyes held a bone-chilling coldness. He stared coldly at Lu.。