Put down his cell phone, and Josian's right hand finger with gauze was playing rhythmically on the table, with a concentrated meditation in his tiny squinting eyes.

Obviously, he was tormented by that girl and had no intention of doing anything.

If he had been curious about the temptation of her body to him and wanted to explore it, now he is more interested in the past that she was trying to hide.

The mobile phone dripped up, and when he saw the name on it, he picked up his eyebrows and picked them up.

"Uncle, where are you?" On the phone, Zhuo Yihang's voice was urgent, even with a...