C237 Journal

Xiong Pingxian grinned as he felt the pain in his teeth. Not only did he have to investigate the case in detail, he also needed to know some information about the layman. In other words, if it was Xiao He, he would not be able to tell that there was anything wrong with a wooden board on the sofa.

"Here, help me open it."

Xiong Quan originally had a bit of a guilty conscience