C116 Wild Tide

Zhan Qianli's death was like a stone thrown into the water, quickly stirring up layers of waves.

When the sky was about to brighten, Na Shi sat in front of the desk, his fingers tapping on the table uneasily. His uneasiness came from the three letters on the desk. In two hours, his father sent him three letters in a row, asking if it was related to Zhan Qianli's death this time