C407 Don't Dirty Our Hands

Nanshan Hill was very cold and the wind was blowing in the north. The sound of the wind was strange and supernatural. When he opened the car door and heard the wailing sound, he closed it again.

The driver was puzzled. "Boss?"

Before he could stop, he saw Zhao Chanqiu's movements. The next second, the boss retreated again. He thought he was injured.

"I'm fine