C112 Reporters Ambush

The next day, when Qin Mujue woke up, he felt a splitting headache. He sat up, and the intense pain in his head made some cold sweat unconsciously appear on the tip of his nose.

The man looked around coldly. The clean sheets were kneaded into a ball and thrown on the ground casually. The whole room was filled with the smell of alcohol. He could smell it even now. And...

He paused