C417 Cold Wind

Hearing his words, Qin Zhong gave him a cold glance and instantly shut his mouth.

Knowing that this was not the time to disturb Qin Zhong, he obediently sat back down on the sofa.

After Wang Ming left, there was nothing else in Qin Zhong's eyes other than coldness. He did not stay in the air for long. The silver needles were moving agilely by Qin Zhong's wrist. He drew an arc in the air