C107 Extreme Fear of Thought

Situ Han was sitting in a big comfortable leather chair with his legs crossed. His fingers were rapidly tapping on the keyboard. He was not surprised after hearing Zhuo Fan's words, so he just raised his eyebrows.

"Young master, that stinking kid definitely won't be able to make it far, why must he secretly follow me? I'll bring a few people to turn Hundred Miles Street over and over again