C139 Where I Am I will be Your Home

Mo Zihang walked into the room. The moment he opened the door, the smell of alcohol wafted into his nose.

Xia Xiaowan leaned against the windowsill, barefooted and holding a glass filled with red wine in one hand. There was a bottle of red wine on the table, as if she had already drunk more than half of it.

Sensing the commotion, Xia Xiaowan turned around to look. Her eyes were misty