Quiet, quiet in the room.

Director Lin looked at Huo Miao with a slight embarrassment. At this time, he was also on the edge of his choice and was in a dilemma.

Hawthorne threw the report on the desktop and his cold eyes grew more somber.

Indoor air is turned into ice slag, which makes people shake all over.

In the report, the old lady's tragedy stimulated Hawthorne's nerves, and some childhood memories flashed through his mind.

"Honey, dear, Mommy's not here. There's Grandma. Grandma will protect you like Mommy."

"My grandson is not a monster, he is a genius, standing on top of nobody else's genius." You are a...