C68 A Portrait of Madame Laure(4)

The wood in the cubicle smelled damp and rancid, burrowing in and out of his nose.

Wai Heng's hands, which were tied behind his back, could not help but move. Chung Jingchen was also tied to his back.

The two of them were lucky enough to be isolated and thrown into the broken cubicle instead of the living room. The reason was simple. Ms