C801 Something else

When he left, Leng Qingyu was no longer in the mood for coffee. She leaned back in her chair and watched him drive away, her heart sinking.

At this moment, the digital clock on the table also jumped to the six o'clock position.

Although Lee Muran had rushed there as fast as he could, Hsing Rushi had been waiting downstairs for some time by the time he arrived.

It was near the end of December