C3390 He Was Taken away by Feng Youran

The long-haired man walks slowly, trying to keep his pace steady and not give himself away.

He could feel that Brother Jun's gaze never left him.

A layer of cold sweat seeped out of his back, and the tip of his finger that was holding the cigarette trembled slightly.

It was only when he turned the corner that the long-haired man let out a sigh of relief. He had probably hidden it