C372 Imperial Concealment Art

The voice sounded familiar, but he could not remember where he had heard it before.

As the voice fell, the entire scene fell into a dead silence once again. One million and five hundred thousand to buy a pill, and he sent it to room number eighteen. Was he crazy? That was all money! It was all money, and he didn't even frown!

At this moment, Jing Chong had yet to recover from his depression