Tonight's night is darker and colder than ever. There seems to be an inexplicable sadness hiding in it.

"Shen Jingchuan, go!"

Qin Mo pushed the door in and hung up the phone with a faint look on his face.

Habitual life and death, the passage of life for him is nothing special, but this time this person is Shen Jingchuan, what he did, let Qin Mo look at each other, feel that this person is worthy of admiration.

Just now, he called and said that Shen Jingchuan went in the early morning. When he went, he was very quiet. He still had a picture in his hand. It was Shen...