C185 Unprecedented Terror

Lighting a cigarette, Mo Yuncong continued to think about Ou Qiliang. He thought about this good brother of his who he had been friends with for decades but had not seen for a few years now. He thought about his voice, his smile, his words, and his deeds.

Suddenly, Mo Yuncong thought of something else. Why did Ou Qiliang not leave earlier and not leave later