C413 The Inspiration of a Phone Call

The noise of the night receded like the tide.

Some of them had already fallen asleep, some of them had gone crazy in the lamplight, and some of them were lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Wang Zhan was thinking about Tang Rou on the bed. The more he thought about Tang Rou on the bed, the more excited he seemed.

Qin Shaohu was thinking about tomorrow's fate