The wife of a promin

Lifted the black coffee on the table and took a sip, counting down the seconds until the man came to kill him.,A gritted voice called out his name, the child’s eyes lifting slightly. Their clear eyes blinked innocently.,Then, raising his head, he spoke very slowly, "Since you weren't here yesterday, I spent some time alone in the storage room. Then I saw that magical glue you bought last time and wanted to see how magical it really was."。