C342 Chapter 342

However, in the next moment, Shen Qili's hair was mercilessly grabbed by someone from behind, forcing her to stop in her tracks. Once again, she was pressed down to the ground.

The familiar unpleasant smell once again rushed into Shen Qili's nose, only then did Shen Qili clearly see that the person who was pressing down on her was actually a slovenly middle-aged man with tattered clothes