C33 Ye Cheng

Saturday, 1 o'clock.

The door handle rotated a few times, and the door slowly opened. A middle-aged man slowly walked in, but as soon as he entered, a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

He really wanted to know what the furry thing on his son's head was.

"Dad, you're back."

Ye Ziheng, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, turned to look at the middle-aged man