C1739 A Bunch of Rice Buckets!

What was this bastard Hang Jin doing?

Why did he do this to himself?

Was the blood on him, or someone else's?

Jocelyn Jones clenched her trembling fist tightly and sized Hang Jin up from top to bottom over and over again. After confirming that he was alright, the suffocating feeling she felt just now slowly dissipated. "I'm asking you a question