C58 There is no fixed life

I followed Grey Immortal and the others all the way to the restaurant in front of the police station. Ceng Xiaoqiang opened a private room and ordered a bunch of food.

Grey Immortal was like a normal mouse, sitting on a plate and chewing on a melon seed, even pretended not to be worried at all.

Only Hu Guyue looked upset. I reached out to stroke his hand