Chapter 95 What Are You Doing?

Wendla's words were so aggressive. She looked cool, though she was my enemy, too.

Carl's face was sullen. He was silent. Maybe he was thinking about how to deal with such a situation. After all, he was also afraid of Wendla.

Wendla stared at Carl in cold eyes, and asked with impatience. "What's your decision? Leave on your own, or leave with my help?"

Carl gritted his teeth. "Fine!" Then he said to his men with reluctance. "Let's go."

Carl threw my phone to me, and was...