C277 This Is Home for the Dishonest

The summer was thick, the spring was warm, and the outside was filled with a single candle. The light reflected the beautiful scene, and everything was quiet. He heard the words "Feng Yebai, you son of a bitch!" from within the tent.

"I'm a bastard, then what are you?" Feng Yebai stretched out a smooth and strong arm from the curtain, hung up the curtains on both sides