When night came, Zhao Bin walked out of the building and looked at the Nangong Yan beside him with anger.

For more than ten hours, he stayed inside for more than ten hours. Nangongyan had already left. It was only after receiving his call that he came to pick him up.

"You are so tough that you have resisted. You must have heard from the ghost lord, too?"

Nangongyan did not seem to see Zhao Bin's grieving eyes, asked lightly, and waved Zhao Bin to get on the bus.

"I've written down this account!"

Zhao Bin muttered that the pain in his back made him grin his teeth and grin...