C167 A Cold Answer

The crisp sound of high heels rang out in his ears. Mu Shaofeng opened his eyes and only saw her back disappearing into the distance.

The pain from the wound on his back intensified, and a faint stream of heat flowed out from the wound, soaking the gauze.

Mu Shaofeng acted as if he didn't notice it. He looked down at the small and exquisite anti-wolf spray in the trash can