C380 A Weak Trace
In the room upstairs, Zhao Quan was chatting and farting with Han Lu when banging sounds came from downstairs.
Someone was pounding on the door, and his movements were quite rough. He didn't know that it was late at night. Who had such good dog guts?
Zhao Quan went downstairs. He didn't even bother to look at the surveillance cameras at the door, and directly opened the door