บท 527: A grown son can't be controlled by his mother

In the martial arts room.

In the office.

Fang ping leaned back in his chair. His previous cheeky smile was gone, replaced by a tired expression.

He was also very tired.

This time, when he entered the catacombs, he had gambled his life time and time again, and he had suffered heavy injuries time and time again. Every time he entered the catacombs, he had been hovering between life and death.

Once a martial artist entered the catacombs, his life would no longer be in his hands.

After sitting alone for a while, Fang ping managed to gather his spirits and make a call.

"Turn off your phone ..."

Chen Yunxi's phone was switched off, so she must have gone to the catacombs.

Old Chen had probably just returned and might not know about Chen Yunxi. Fang ping thought about it and did not call again.

After sending a text message, Fang ping did not continue to stay in school.

He wanted to go home and rest for a few days.