Zhao Tiezhu's face was gloomy, his hands crossed, his eyebrows tightly closed, his eyes looked at Xu Mo fiercely, and he wished that Xu Mo would be strangled to death in the next second. Such a person would die without regret.

Xu Mozhu heard Zhao Tiezhu's words, Xu Mozhu's heart beat a little, but did not show it, firmly grasping the sheet, as if afraid that Zhao Tiezhu would kill him in the next second.

Xu Momo wanted to say something, but then he heard a slamming sound of closing the door. Zhao Tiezhu left in the direction of diameter, leaving only the closed door for them.

"What to do?...