C270 Don't Think about It

Qiu Safety Zone.

In the magnificent, glittering hall, an old man was sitting on a luxurious leather sofa, holding a crutch with both hands.

His sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through a person's soul.

The butler walked in with small steps and bent down to report the news to him in a low voice.

"Master, Guo Jia has died."

Master Qiu's cold face showed no emotion