C119 You Have No Conscience

It was nine o'clock when Jiang Zhiyu left.

Xu Shaofeng opened the door after pressing the doorbell twice.

He hasn't bathed yet.

His shirt was unbuttoned in a mess, his sleeves were rolled up in a disorderly manner, and his face was flushed red. He reeked of alcohol as he appeared at the door of the room.

In Jiang Zhiyu's opinion, he used to be a person who paid a lot of attention to his image