C192 Shutdown

Tang Lingxi tossed and turned at night, but did not fall asleep. It was almost ten o'clock, and if she did not decide to make a phone call, she reckoned that the Northern Chen of the East Tomb had already fallen asleep?

Tang Lingxi took a deep breath and gripped her sweaty palms as she dialed the number.

When the voice rang out, Tang Lingxi's heart also trembled slightly