C737 The Backstage Is Really Big

It was already so late.

As if responding to his agitation, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Young Master Mo, there's something about Miss Shu …"

By the time Nangong Mo arrived, the matter had already come to an end.

There were several police cars parked in front of the Internet Cafe. In the pitch-black night, blue and red lights flashed continuously