C700 A Terrible Confrontation

"Who the hell am I going to give this to? You should know that my patience is limited. " Ruan Hanyu's eyebrows were tightly knitted. His thin lips were pursed into a straight line. It was cold and stiff.

Xi Zeyao laughed again. "Young Master Ruan, you are going to die soon. It is not a good thing to be so impatient."

With that, he covered his phone and instructed the pilot in front of him