C728 Ghost Lover

"Model?" Gao Zhan looked at me and asked him: "Are you sure it's you and Da He who threw it away?"

"I'm sure!" Wu Weimin obviously still had some lingering fear as he used his sleeve to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, "For fear of scaring others again, we marked it on the model. The words on the model's face were written by me. "

"And then?" I stubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray