C87 Bank President

At this time, Hu Jia's voice could be heard coming from afar. It was a quiet and peaceful night, with all living things sleeping soundly. The army camp below was in a continuous state of ups and downs.

The shadow of war seemed so lonely and distant.

Sweet sat down on the floor and hugged her knees.

Xia Yuanji turned around.

This was the first time, and the two did not say goodbye