Final Deadline

Soon, Lin Tian was alone in the room.

After hearing the door close, he slowly turned around.

A rare trace of uncontrollable guilt appeared in his bloodshot eyes.

"I'm sorry."

He muttered softly.

Five minutes later, there was a light knock on the door.

He didn't say anything. Soon, the door was opened from the outside.

Liu Xiao quickly crawled in, his eyes still looking behind him, as if he was very afraid of being targeted.

"They didn't find out, did they?"

Lin Tian was silent for a long time before asking.

"I don't think so. I didn't go out at all in the next room. He had no reason to notice me."

Liu Xiao sat on the sofa and only spoke after a long time.

In just a short while, his cold sweat had already flowed down his forehead.

Not to mention anything else, just the feeling of being stabbed in the back was enough to make him nervous.