C422 Just a puppet

This indirect test had cooled Huang Xing's heart by half.

He held the phone and froze. It was as if he could see his beloved person being held by the fucking Bao Shijie's hand with a warm and intimate expression. He even suspected that the night arrangements that Fu Jie mentioned had something to do with Bao Shijie.

When he wanted to speak again, the other party had already hung up