C1227 Chapter 1227

As he spoke, he took out a cell phone from his pocket.

His slender fingers quickly pressed down on the keyboard, unlocked it and dialed a number … When he pressed the third number on his finger, the big hand was suddenly pressed down by Zhi Qing.

Her palm felt icy cold.

His face was pale, devoid of any color.

"What do you want?!"

Zhi Qing's voice trembled slightly.

Morrill looked at her