C2690 What Do You Think I Want to Do

Hicas grabbed Chu Yuancheng's wrist with one hand and held his waist with the other. With a strong pull, Chu Yuancheng was brought to the window.

The wind was blowing. It was hot. He looked at the ground. It was not high. He looked at Chu Yichen and the others in the room again. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Even though he was not convinced, he jumped down without hesitation