C122 Hotel Meet

Mu Yueze gradually increased the strength of his grip on the phone. With his other hand, he hammered against the wall, making a muffled sound. The corridor became terrifyingly quiet. "I know, I'll be back soon."

After hanging up, Mu Yueze's gaze gradually became deeper, and the surrounding air became a few degrees lower.

If it were not for Jiang Han'an and Jiang's father