C99 I Should Have Let You Kill Me.

Zhung Shiyan lowered his head and saw that the call had ended on the screen. His face was expressionless. His lips were pale and unhealthy.

When Zhung Shiyan picked up the phone, even if it was just a small fire, the oil in the pot was boiling. In the next second, for some reason, a series of crackling sounds came from the pot.

Zhung Shiyan's other hand was still holding a spatula