C33 Poor People must Have Something to Hate

As soon as Zhuang Chen finished speaking, he picked up the glass cup on the table and threw it at one of the specimens.

"No."

The woman's shrill voice rang in his ears.

It seemed like her own efforts were more important than her own life.

"Bang!"

The glass container in front of her shattered with a sound. Prof Qi's heart also seemed to be broken like this glass