C462 The Local Snake

Looking at the name of the orphanage in front of him, Murong Feifan felt a sense of irony stuck in his chest. He could not swallow it, but he could not spit it out. Just like that, there was a dirt on his chest. It had grown here. He hoped that someone would come up with such a stupid name.

Every time he returned home, he would see his mother covered in wounds