C37 Grandma Wang Was Selling Melons

Chen Baichuan raised his head and looked at me. His expression wasn't good, and he looked dispirited. He looked at me with an indescribable sadness in his eyes.

Then he looked at the open collar of his shirt, revealing suspicious traces. Based on my sharp intuition, these two must have cooked rice and cooked rice last night.

Looking at the expression of his promise