Mr. Han's palms were filled with cold sweat. He did not dare to move and froze in place. After a moment, he was sure that there was indeed another gentle breathing sound behind him.
But apart from the sound of breathing, there was no other movement. This feeling of all the unknown was the most terrifying thing.
Mr. Han gritted his teeth and turned around suddenly, only to see Leo Lu sitting on the only chair in the cell.
He stretched his long legs with a lazy posture. The golden threads on his clothes reflected some faint bright colors in the dim light in the cell, and he looked calm. When he leaned back on that simple broken chair, it became as majestic as a royal chariot throne.
Seeing that Mr. Han finally turned around, he raised his eyes and smiled: "Hello."
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