C161 Shadowshow

ShadowShow

Two days later.

At Zhao Chen's company.

Zhao Chen was fidgety on his office chair as if he had a sore on his butt.

He anxiously grabbed his hair that wasn't much, and finally got up. With his hands behind his back, he paced back and forth restlessly.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door.

Zhao Chen stopped and called out impatiently.

The door opened immediately.

Soon