C83 Anger

A minute later, Gu Zhijin couldn't wait any longer. He held the phone and really wanted to throw it away again, but he still had to wait for news from Molian.

Two minutes passed...

Gu Zhijin opened the door of the car and breathed in deeply. He paced back and forth beside the car, his hands unconsciously resting on his waist.

Five minutes passed..