C116 Yellow Sweeping Team

In the bar, Han Xiaotian was drinking alone. Although he had also heard the siren, he did not care.

Han Xiaotian threw the cup in his hand onto the table in anger and frustration.

Today was really a joke. In the morning, he saw a ghost, and in the afternoon, he met the yellow-sweeping team. He could not even get a girl, so he was unlucky