C147 Good Communication

"Shui Se …" Han Mushi's call was meaningless. That hoarse and low voice made Shui Se's hair stand on end. It sounded like the final cry of an old man who was on the verge of death.

"What do you want to say?" Happy voice, what could he do? Shui Se felt that he should not sympathize with Han Mushi in a sad tone, he should take a man's bad mood to make it clear.

"Hur hur." He smiled bitterly