C180 Bring the Filial Son, Han Xiaotian.

The dark room was damp and depressing. Gao Lun buried his head in the collar of his windbreaker and tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers.

The person on the other end of the phone said, “You can fulfill your promise this time, right, Deacon Gao?”

Gao Lun’s Adam’s apple loosened a little, and then he sneered in disdain