C92 Miracle

Wu Ge ignored the distractions and continued to count down with a straight face, "Nineteen, eighteen, seven."

"Quit the act. If she's dead, she's dead. Just beg the family for forgiveness; maybe you'll get a lighter sentence," Feng Ruiguang scoffed.

"Five, four, three, two." Wu Ge kept counting.

Feng Ruiguang nearly burst into laughter, ranting as if he'd lost his mind