My Spy Years

He believes that every underground worker, when meeting with his comrades, feels this way.,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.,Lao Liao's nose ached, as if he saw Lao Yao pulling the pin on a grenade and disappearing with the Japanese search party.。