When he said this, he bent his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth into a mysterious smile.
"Xiao Liang, do you think there will be a completely clean sky in this world?"
And he never understood what the so-called "completely clean sky" was.
Liang reached out and patted the desk a few times, then tremblingly reached for the phone and pulled it back into the quilt.
After about dozens of minutes, when he suspected that he was about to fall asleep, he pressed the call button.
"The number you dialed cannot be reached at the moment——"