C1110 Can You Do It

On the phone, dead silence.

Chu Shaohuai sat stiffly on the sofa.

Even his arm, which was holding the phone, trembled slightly.

His handsome face was flickering with a flickering expression. It was hard to describe.

He had already forgotten to smoke the cigarette between his fingers.

His lips instantly turned extremely pale.

His pitch-black eyes were filled with turbid