"It's all a good thing you've done."

After Lin Chuchu left, he looked down at the obvious marks that had been gnawed on the side of the clavicle. I was so angry that I threw my pillow at Fu Zhiyue. Unfortunately, it fell in mid-air.

Fu Zhimei threw down the magazine in his hand, laid down his cocked Erlang's legs in a good mood, walked slowly, stopped in the middle to pick up the pillow that fell on the ground, and slapped the dust if there was no dust.

The ugly man, always with a smile on his face, was a malicious smile.

"Well, don't be angry. It's normal for...