C292 Self-inflicted Suffering

With a bad temper, Mu Zhanxiao threw the box on the floor mercilessly. When he left, he even kicked the box as if he was angry.

Then he found a pair of scissors at home and proudly looked at the scissors in his hand, looking like an executioner holding a sharp blade.

Mu Zhanxiao sat cross-legged on the floor. He rummaged through the cardboard box and took out a photo