C376 Surveillance

Nan Jianjian's phone fell to the ground and turned into a black screen. Nan Jianjian stiffly turned around and met a pair of dark grey eyes. It was so deep that one could not see the bottom. It was filled with a cold and gloomy aura. It was as if there were hundreds of ghosts howling in the lounge.

"Cold, Director Leng."

"Who are you talking to? Nan Jianjian