Chapter 909 : Tit for Tat, Please Enter the Trap
- The room was filled with a solemn white atmosphere.
- Gu Tingjun's face, as if chiseled by an axe, was covered with a layer of frost, like a Rakshasa that had come out of hell. "Now, will you choose to confess or hold your ground?"
- "Ha, I won't confess."