C167 Love and hate

In a rented room, Lao Gao curled his body and curled up on the bed. He hadn't been out of his bed for a whole day, and his head was filled with that demon woman.

Having not heard from her for so many days, Lao Gao's heart was in great turmoil.

He closed his eyes and saw the picture in his head. The picture of the woman with the cut face.

He knew what a face meant to a woman