C735 Interrupted

Cold sweat kept dripping down Liu Wenhui's forehead.

"Wenhui, are you alright?" Ming Hanwen asked carefully.

Liu Wenhui didn't say anything, he just gritted his teeth.

Right at this moment, Gao Mu's right arm slightly trembled.

This slight tremble seemed to have touched the pain on Liu Wenhui's body.

"Ah!" A hoarse roar was heard from the private room