C295 Meaningless

Like a walking corpse, Zhuang Wenjie passed a quarter.

When Zhuang Wenkang came home from work, he saw that the food he left on the table in the morning had not been touched at all. Resisting the rage in his heart, he walked to Zhuang Wenjie's room and saw that he was still lying on the bed like a corpse.

"Wenjie, wake up