C125 The Pressure from Han Zhen Was Overwhelming

The night was already very late, and all the animals except Han Xin had entered the sweet dream.

Ever since Lee Xi had left halfway, Han Xin was still sitting in that seat, motionless, like a robot. He would not move without an order. His already colorless face was devoid of any expression, and he looked as if he had been abused, his hair in disarray