C134 Person of the Year

When Zhang Qing woke up, the sky was already dark. The lights in the house were on, and the light halo had turned into a crack in his eyes.

"A Qing, you're awake?"

This sound... It's the Madam Zhang! Zhang Qing turned his head to look at the right side of the bed. Madam Zhang's old face, tightly furrowed.

"Mom …"

Zhang Qing held onto his arm wanting to sit up