C137 Last Words

On the top floor of the apartment complex, Mu Yifan stood in front of the window and looked out into the pitch-black night. At the same time, he paid attention to whether or not there were any cars driving into the district.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he still couldn't see any movement from the entrance. He turned his head to look at the clock on the wall. It was already 9: 05