C563 Lacerate

Mu Qingyu sat on the sofa and thought about Peng Fucheng's secretary and Meng Faangyi's expressions. She felt annoyed, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She slowly walked to the kitchen and poured a cup of boiling hot water. Holding a cup of hot water, her gloomy gaze fell onto the room under the stairs with the door tightly shut