In the darkness, all senses were infinitely amplified. Fu Chenshi frowned and clenched his hands into fists, as if he was enduring some kind of torture.

Song Zhiwei's hasty approach was not charming at all, it only made him feel humiliated.

His brows were filled with a biting coldness, and he couldn't help but fall into deep memories, remembering the night three years ago when he and Song Zhiwei accomplished something good.

That day was the day when the country decided to ...