Jiang Yuan responded, and looked straight at Uncle Seventeen.

Uncle Seventeen, who is fat and strong, is now lying on his back on the stainless steel table, his belly is high and bulging, and it is shining white. Under the light, he can still see the fine hairs standing up, which made Jiang Yuan feel a little terrified for a while. Panic, more, it is uncomfortable panic.

"The phone is by the door." Wu Jun reminded Jiang Yuan lightly, without saying much.