C338 Violent han muyang

Wen Jing secretly stood outside the door, watching carefully through the crack in the door. Han Mu Yang had a cold expression, and there was no warmth in his eyes. He was looking down from a chair at a man kneeling in front of him.

The man was tied up, but the outline of his body and the back of his clothes were very familiar. Wen Jing felt as if she had seen him somewhere before