C357 The friend be make up

Originally, he wanted to refute that. Since when did he, Liang Zhaoshan, need a home? Even the house that he lived in could only be called a house.

He never thought of it as a home at all.

Now, this was his home.

Liang Zhe sized up this room, which was not even half the size of his own bedroom, with a contemptuous smile. "Home?"

This house was too simple and crude