C395 The Dead End

I slowly walked towards Wen Chuyang's room. When I reached the door, I intentionally looked inside.

The door was open, and I could vaguely see the back of a person sitting in front of the window, smoking.

Nian Jing's back was very lonely at this moment. Even if I looked at him, I could feel that he must be in a bad mood right now.

Dong, dong, dong. I knocked lightly on the door three times