C1257 The Missing Aunt
"You mean Wan Qiluo?" Fong Molin sneered and lit his cigarette. He leaned against the concrete wall of the morgue and started smoking. "If you have any news about her, please give it to me."
"What do you mean?" Ye Qingru also felt that something was not right.
Fong Molin's disdain and mockery did not seem to be an act at all.
In addition, his face was indeed not as good as before
