C534 He Was Hopeless

In the hall, Secretary Niu did not say anything else. He sat back down on the sofa, his face pale. In that instant, he looked especially dejected. It was as if he had aged 30 years on this same night.

Zhu Qingloong, who was on the floor, collapsed onto the floor like a pile of soft mud as he breathed in large mouthfuls of the fresh air in the hall