C755 Loneliness and Helplessness

At the same time, Shan Zigao returned from Master Howe's house.

He walked into the dark hall and quietly sat down on the sofa. He lit a cigarette and smoked.

There was no one in the villa. It was so quiet that the crickets outside could hear them clearly.

He leaned against the sofa and looked up at the ceiling. He spat out the smoke expressionlessly and allowed the darkness to devour him