C227 Wuwei Cup

"Where are all these things?" Zheng Lei blankly sat on the chair. Looking at the empty plate in front of him, he felt waves of shock in his heart.

Could it be poison? Zheng Lei was worried.

For this woman of unknown origins, all Zheng Lei had was one mystery after another. His identity was a mystery, his goal was a mystery, and even her current whereabouts were mysteries