C1771 Red Mud

I let go of Zhao Qi and took a bottle of wine from the shelf for him.

He took it and took a few big gulps before sitting down in the chair as if his muscles and bones had been pulled out.

Seeing that Ji Yayun wanted to say something, I shook my head. After returning to the counter, I picked up my phone and dialed a number.

Very quickly, the call connected