C107

It was night, with a hint of winter, and a hint of coldness that seeped into the hearts of people. Within the study, Feng Hen, Yan Yanxing, who was reading the thick stack of information on the table, furrowed his brows.

"What is it? Has Windscar made his move? " He pushed the door open and a gust of cold wind blew in. After closing the door