C51 Cyan Killing

Just as he was about to resubmit his documents, Faang Mulin was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a phone call. Ye Zichen opened his phone and saw that Zhao Wenmann's name was flashing non-stop.

"... Wenmann. What's the matter with late? " Faang Mulin relaxed and leaned back, crossed his legs, and poured himself a glass of whiskey