C118 Strange Condolences

A crescent moon had already risen into the sky, and the faint moonlight covered the land.

Zhang Xiaojian walked to the boy's side and carried him. He lightly wiped away the tears on his face and said: "Let's go home with uncle."

Zhang Xiaojian did not go to the inn. Instead, he took the child and flew into the sky.

Inside the interrogation room of the city's Swat Team, Faang Ming sat quietly