C441 What a Pity

His breathing quickened, Zhao Xuanran's chest was heaving up and down. His pair of eyes were like a pair of venomous snakes, falling on Zhang Cheng's body. Zhao Xuanran's fingernails dug into his palms, but he didn't seem to feel anything. All he could do was stare fiercely at Zhang Cheng.

Of course, he could only stare like that. With how strong Zhang Cheng was, no matter how much he hated him