Helan Xiaoxin's face was painful. While washing dishes and washing pots in the kitchen, Li Nan and his wife were still sitting on the sofa, smoking or slowly eating an apple.

But they didn't talk. They thought about their own thoughts, peeked at each other from time to time, and then moved away quickly. Typically, they were guilty of being thieves.

What moth is he going to produce?

Yue Zitong took a bite of an apple and thought that this kid would not be retaliating for breaking his head with a stick when he slipped into my bedroom quietly in the dead of night while I was asleep.

Li Nan...