C44 Bloody Resistance

In the west toilet on the first floor of the main building, Young Master Zheng was squatting on the toilet with a red face.

The stench filled the air. He lit up a cigarette and puffed on it while his other hand, which was not very agile, drew his phone. Seeing the ridicule from the WeChat group about him caused his heart to be filled with grief and indignation, yet he didn't know what to say