C401 Oncoming of Wind and Rain

"Who should I call? "Your face is that ugly?"

In a road hotel somewhere in Sichuan, Feng Mianheng asked as he looked at Zheng Xiqiao's ashen face.

This was a roadside inn that was specially provided for guests to stay in such simple environments. The only good thing was that it provided hot water, organized a great migration, and had a large number of people. Therefore