C42 Leng yufei's expectation

After lightly smelling it, Du Chunfeng seemed to be able to smell a trace of the impending blood stench in the air.

"Boss!" This is bad! "

Lu Fuming pushed the wheelchair out hastily and rushed out. In his arms was a laptop, he pushed the screen in front of Du Chunfeng.

Du Chunfeng's heart jumped, could it be that the worst case scenario had already happened?

"Boss