C792 Cruelty

In the lounge, Chen Xing crossed his legs and leaned against the armrest of the sofa. His fingers were moving on the portable screen.

The virtual line was just drawn, but it was wiped away again as if he was not satisfied with it.

The explosions of the artillery could be heard from outside the window of the bus. The white porcelain cup on the table swayed slightly, and the tea was rippling