C1542 Zhang Nan

"Think of me as a boastful, boastful, just because I'm afraid... like wood, like stone... Lalala... "

Zhang Nan, who was holding two bags of oil in his left hand and a bottle of inferior liquor in his right hand, blushed. He staggered on a concrete road full of cracks. He was drunk and had a silly smile on his face. He lifted his leg and kicked a stone on the side of the road