C1035 What Do You Mean

Knock, knock, knock …

Shen Shu held a teacup in one hand and tapped on the table with the other. A clear sound echoed around the hall. The atmosphere was tense and extremely tense.

Ji Yuanzhi's face was already covered in sweat, while Shen Linlin's face was even paler. Both of them stared unblinkingly at Shen Shu, waiting for the latter's decision.

Perhaps, he should also include Shen Zhuang