C177 To Me He's Not Even as Good as Grass

Qin Muchen sat in the dining room and heard Su Ziyue closing the door. He sat at the dining table with a pale face.

After a while, he swept everything on the dining table in front of him onto the ground with an ashen face.

The unfinished food and plates fell to the ground together. It was a mess.

Qin Muchen's eyes were cold