C220 We Don't Have to Knock on the Door

When he got home, Wei Qing was still sitting on the sofa with his cell phone lying on the floor.

Sensing that the atmosphere had frozen, the boy carefully put his backpack on the tea table, walked up to Wei Qing quietly, squatted down, touched the man's knee and whispered: "What's wrong with you?"

Wei Qing brushed his hand away and said