C67 Li Ao Made His Move

The autumn morning was not hot at all, and it was even a little cold. When the first rays of light broke through the darkness and pierced through the clouds, this dangerous night had completely become a thing of the past.

Instead, it was a dangerous morning.

The Chen Faang did not move, and neither did the middle-aged man with the tied up hair. The dog was no longer playing around on the lawn