C269 Eighth live broadcast

The old man looked at my face and at first gave a nonchalant nod. After a few seconds, he seemed to have thought of something.

His mouth slowly grew wide, his pupils contracted to a single point, and his body unconsciously tilted backwards.

"S-Gao Jian?" He tried to stand up, but his calves were weak and for the first time he did not move from the bench.

Without leaving a trace