C233 The Ocd of Ghost and Animal Attacks

Lan Shumo only heaved a sigh of relief after sending the Sichuan tin away. He quietly cleaned up the leftover dishes on the table. For some reason, when he saw the tin, his heart would beat violently. However, every time he saw the tin, he would vaguely think of a figure. Every word he said was clearly imprinted in his heart. Only his appearance. .