han feixing knew that no one could help him. he could only rely on himself to open the door.
he already said that he wouldn't be afraid. he couldn't let anyone see him in fear again.
after taking a deep breath, han feixing reached out to push the door.
his hands were trembling slightly, but he tried his best to stabilize them. he couldn't let anyone see it.
although the cameraman probably felt that this place was quite scary, he still followed han feixing dutifully. his professionalism made his legs tremble wildly, but his upper body did not move an inch.
mo nan chong was standing closer to the camera and noticed this. he could not help but laugh.
"miss cameraman, are you very scared? do you need my help?"
