C21 There Was Nothing Left

Hsiao Mu's name kept flashing in front of my eyes. Just as I was about to answer the call, the call ended. I looked at the screen that was gradually turning black in disappointment. He had always been so impatient.

My phone rang with a text ringtone, causing me to stop thinking. I saw a message from Hsiao Mu: Room 2808 of Dawson Hotel, come quickly.

This made me frown suspiciously