C313 Out of Despair

Wang Qiang's face was mercilessly stepped on by the middle-aged man. No matter how much he insulted him, he didn't react at all.

His eyes were still lifeless, as if someone had extracted his soul.

Dead, all dead. Now, all the women he cared about in this world were dead. Then what was the point in living? What was the purpose of living? For whom?

For whom? That's right