C375 It's Strange

I didn't leave. I just stood in front of Mo Nancheng and looked at him silently.

Mo Nancheng's thin lips curved into a bitter smile. "What are you doing here?"

Qin Tianming was suffering from depression, and now Mo Nancheng was like this. Yao Mubai's life and death were unknown, and Lih Shaojue had become the murderer. At that moment, I collapsed.

I was 26 years old, and my life was a mess