C104 Injured

The door closed. Di Shajie stared blankly at the door for a while, then turned his attention to the computer.

His handsome face was cold.

His long fingers were wrapped around the handle of the cup. Yun Hanxiao's drink. It had the taste of Yun Hanxiao. It was pink, milk, sweet, healthy and clean. Di Shajie took a small sip. No, he would not let Yun Hanxiao go free.

No matter what