C319 White Tea

Zhang Hongjun died.

Not long ago, the living being that had been talking to him had suddenly died.

Bai Qingheng was dazed for a moment.

His mind trembled as he said, "I'll go take a look."

Uncle Liu looked at Bai Qingheng's slightly pale face and said with a pained heart, "Sir, it's already so late..."

Bai Qingheng shook his head