C2346 Dispelling the Email

. . . "" Standing in front of the closed door, Sven was speechless. Under such circumstances, should he go in or not. . .

He raised his index finger and poked between his eyebrows. Sven felt that it was better not to go in.

Otherwise, he would always feel that he would be chased by Young Master Long. . .

Thinking of this, Refined shrugged his shoulders, grabbed the computer bag