C1021 Poor Thing

At the corner of the second floor, Pei Nanjue stood there and looked at the living room. His thin lips were pursed tightly, and his hands, which were hanging by his side, were clenched into fists. His eyes were filled with coldness.

Even his son knew that the woman in front of him was fake. How could he not know? But now, he could not find Gong Junchi's hiding place