C257 Mask life

I parked the car below the Silver Stone, looked at the yellow sky lit by the lights, and headed inside.

Shen Cong and Boss were sitting against the wall in a corner of the hall. Shen Cong waved his hand and greeted me with a smile, "Wang Hao, you're too damn slow. Fatty and I already drank two bottles."

Shen Cong's relaxed nature was beyond my imagination.

At that moment, I had an illusion