C1147 She Didn't Have an Abortion

Wen Yuyi retracted his complicated gaze and strode into the mansion.

As soon as he entered the hall, a suffocating cloud of dust blew into his face. What entered his eyes was also a messy scene - instant noodles, junk food, and a mess all over the floor.

One. A hunchbacked and slovenly beggar man was lying in front of the sofa and smoking something