C432 Furious Arguments and Impulses

His face was turned sideways.

The rain continued to fall outside the window.

The box in his hand was shaken off. He didn't know what Mu Xiuci bought, but boiling hot soup spilled all over the floor and filled the plastic bag.

The burning pain on his face came so clearly, as if he remembered that from her return until now, she hadn't really slapped him because of extreme hatred