C279 Brocade Book Who Sends Lovesick Language(70)

"Liu Dawu, right?"

Lin Shu was sitting in front of Liu Dawu, who was on the verge of collapse. He crossed his legs and put his knees on the table. He held a small notebook in his hands and wrote something down on his lap.

Liu Dawu, who went through a whole morning of interrogation, nodded blankly like a salted fish that had lost its dream