Qin Lang turned his head, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.,Qin Chuan's current life force is like a candle flame flickering in the wind, capable of being extinguished at any moment.,At this moment, Ren Shangwu was also paying attention to Qin Lang, his nephew. He didn't know what had happened to Qin Lang during his two years in prison. How did he have such a vague and rebellious aura, making it impossible to guess。