C208 It's Hard to be so Lucky Every Time

Zhou Weih's eyes were as dark as ink. He deliberately held his breath. He stood there like a silent statue for about four or five minutes. It was as if his mouth was stuck with glue. He opened his mouth with great difficulty. He had been brewing for so long. In the end, he only said one word. He said, "Okay. "

After a pause, Zhou Weih casually hung the bag in his hand on the handle of my door