C558 Zhao Xing's Death

Lu Faan walked through the long street and swaggered back to his villa.

Just as he let out a long breath and sat down on the sofa, Bai Jiaoniang's sweet voice could be heard from the toilet on the first floor, "Sunshine Burn Burn Burn, smoke rising. Look at the toilet on the horizon, it has thousands of droppings running down it. Damn it, there is no toilet paper