Fu Zhiyu went out one night and arrived home at 9 o'clock the next morning. When he came back, he put on a bad face that was not close to strangers.

On the way back to Fu's house, Fu Zhiyu was still driving. I sat in the back seat consciously and quietly all the way.

I'm not used to it, but look at his stinky face, why is he so proud?

Seeing my masterpiece on his lips in the rearview mirror, Fu Zhimei came up with a look that frightened me immediately to see the scenery outside.

Closed in recent years, it's getting colder and colder, and people are getting...