C474 Mud Can't Help the Wall

The expression on Gu Meishan's face darkened.

"I …" Mo Liang was obviously feeling guilty.

"Military newspaper!"

He repeated it in a low voice, no longer patient.

With a wave of his hand, a golden light flashed as the general silently took it out from his storage ring.

Gu Mo's expression did not change as he received the military newspaper