C181 Cleaning up grievances

Ouyang Jingyu's pair of black eyes were as deep as a lake. They were squinting dangerously, and his body was emitting a chilling aura that made Qiao Chuyang feel like he was suffocating.

"Where's your phone?"

Ouyang Jingyu's voice was calm, so calm that it was eerie.

"In …" In the room. "

"In the room?" Ouyang Jingyu coldly snorted