C22 The Beautiful Figure of the High-speed Rail Station

In less than ten minutes, a handsome young man rushed to the Monarch Pavilion. It was Xu Jing.

Along the way, he imagined all kinds of possible outcomes and countermeasures. He was so anxious that his mouth was dry, but he didn't think of a perfect solution.

No matter how many schemes he had, in the face of absolute power, they all seemed so pale