C215 Lost
Not long after Lu Yanting's car had left, his cell phone rang.
"Did you see him?" Gong Wuxi asked the moment he picked up the phone.
"Yes." Lu Yanting's voice was hoarse as he said, "You're right, me and Little Yan …" It is indeed unlikely. "
"You can trust Shen Zhui?"
"Personally, I think so."
Gong Wuxi seemed to be surprised
