Chapter 347 The Identity of Scarface?

In an instant, there were more than a dozen men in black around them. Janet quietly clenched the gun with great nervousness. The pool was filled with smoke. The strangest thing was that the couple kept doing sex. Janet squinted her eyes and saw the shadow of the couple. They overlapped in surging waves. Their action was intense and lustful. Olive rubbed her arms, and rolled her eyes in disgust, "What's wrong with this guy? Asking someone to watch his sex live?" "Ms. Longfellow, what do you think?" A man's voice came from the front. His voice was hoarse and cold, like a mottled wall that has been smoky and splashed with water. Janet was suddenly annoyed. She tugged the corners of her mouth, "You know me?" "Of course. In Raleigh, everyone knows the eldest lady of the Longfellow family. You haven't answered my question yet. Do you like what you've watched?" Jan