C60 Forever Loyal

Shun Hu couldn’t read. In the heat of the moment, he swung a fierce punch at Wen Wan’s face.

Across the street, in the window of a tavern opposite the Warm Dressing Room, a figure’s eyes turned icy. Just as they were about to hurl a bamboo chopstick, they noticed someone else holding up a plaque in front of Shun Hu. It was Su Xuanjing.

Earlier, when Wen Wan was attacked at the Jing Club