Since turning on the TV, Mu Xiaoqi's eyes haven't left the screen for a moment. She watched the man who appeared on the screen with tremendous spirit without blinking.

He is being interviewed by a group of foreign journalists, his blood-red face is flying, and he doesn't see a wounded person at all.

Especially his wounded white lips, it is a slight increase in the momentum.

The Beige windbreaker he was wearing was different from the clothes he had just seen. It seems that he should have been interviewed yesterday or the day before yesterday.

Mu Xiaoqi stared at the man's eyes and jaws on TV. Obviously, the night scene...