C277 Dirty Face

It was as if Shen Zichuan's heart was being gripped by a giant hand. The blood vessels and veins in his body felt a bone-piercing cold pain.

He lowered his head and stared at his phone. The cold, robotic female voice was constantly repeating, "The number you have dialed has been turned off. Please call me later."

Soong Zijian had also mentioned this on the phone just now