At this time, he seemed to have turned into a wooden man, staring blankly at Zhu Gaoxu who was walking in front of him, motionless.

Even the link that was supposed to communicate the script with a blink of an eye was omitted.

Seeing Li Jinglong like this, Zhu Gaoxu didn't turn his head around, but the fucking atmosphere is here, can he stuff it back in his crotch? Bite the bullet and go up.