C88 He Has a Weird Temper
Zuo Zheng squeezed his way into the room after listening to what Jiang Yin said. Jiang Yin could only remember that his bones were about to fall apart. The next morning, he woke up. The blanket beside him was neatly folded, and new clothes were placed on the bed.
He supported his battered waist and slowly sat up from the bed. The fragrance of porridge entered his nose