C944 Mental Distress

Everyone was immersed in the story that Xiao Letian told just now. The ice cube in the wineglass in Luo Huo's hand had already been melted, and half a cup of the rum had already been warmed up by the temperature of his palm.

He raised his head, drained his cup, and asked in a low voice, "What happened next?" That... Is that woman dead? "

Wang Huaiyuan shook his head. "He's not dead yet