Ning Zhiyuan runs away to the study, staggers into the bathroom of the study, even before he takes off his clothes, he opens the shower in a hurry, and the cold water drips down, which makes him feel better, the heat of his body drops down, and the people calm down.

after a while, he raised his hand and closed the shower. The whole person was standing in the bathroom wet. He held his hands tightly. He hit the white tiles on the wall with a fierce fist. He hit them again and again until they were all red. He didn't stop, or he couldn't stop at all.

Damn it!...