C77 Shareholders for Reasons of Their Own
It was nine o'clock when Ke Lan and the Red Chaos went back to their rooms to rest.
Zhen Hong Luan laid on the bed with a calm expression on his face. His eyes revealed a trace of confusion.
She was thinking about what happened today, thinking of Dean Cyr from the orphanage, and muttered in a low voice.
"I don't want to go there."
"Don't die."
In the blink of an eye
