C60 A Visitor

By the time Zhou Heng got home, it was already late at night. He did not care about how the matter with Yu Shuai would develop, or whether Bai Lu and the others would call the police.

He laid back on the bed and fiddled with the silver coin in his hand. The silver coin's production was very exquisite, but after the last use, one could already see minute cracks on the front of the silver coin