C1337 The White Head Doesn't Separate

Qin Mansion, Anaconda's study.

Tan’s mother looked at Anaconda, who was sitting behind the desk without saying a word, and asked with concern, "What are you thinking about?"

Anaconda was silent in his thoughts. His eyes were cold and he said faintly, "I cannot let things continue to develop like this. . . "

"What do you mean by that?" Tan’s mother frowned and asked