C447 No One in the World Believes Me

On the second day, Tang Haodong finished his morning routine and casually ate his breakfast, bread dangling from his mouth.

Natasha sat on the sofa in a daze, as still and expressionless as a wooden puppet.

Her gaze was fixed on the red bloodstains that marred the sofa, her heart a tumult of emotions.

Tang Haodong gave her a fleeting glance, too indifferent to engage in conversation