C562 The Fog Was Thick

"Buns..."

"Sweet man, sweet man..."

From time to time, the sound of hawkers hawking their wares would ring out on the bustling streets. The streets of Gu Yang were always so noisy during the day, but Lee Zhuohua was walking on such a street at this moment, but he did not hear the sounds around him. His brows were tightly knitted