"Crooked?"
"Han Bing?"
"Can you hear me clearly? Maybe the mental power here is a little chaotic and it's affecting the signal ..."
yes, the problem has been solved ...
I can't go back now. There's still something here. I have to get someone to look after it. Otherwise.. 'm worried that something might happen again ...
“..”
Under the red Moon, Lu Xin's family stood in a line beside the truck. Their expressions were a little strange. They looked at Lu Xin, who was standing not far away from them, making a phone call to Qing gang. From time to time, they would raise their bodies high or low in order to find a poor signal in the wilderness.
How should he describe the feeling? it was especially lively.
Lu Xin had no other choice.
The pollution had indeed been resolved, but there was only this midnight court left.
It wasn't true, it wasn't fake either. Anyway, he couldn't put it on the truck and drag it back.