Outside the room, Huo Zheng thought, but there is a deep difference with the room.

On the dark grey carpet, a few clothes were messed up on it, and there were even women's personal clothes.

"You..." Mu Chudi was so angry that he couldn't speak.

The white sheet is held tightly by the small hand, and the sheet is covered from the neck. Except for the head, the whole body is covered by the sheet.

If possible, Mu Chudi would like to wrap himself up in a silkworm pupa.

She, she actually...............................................................................

Did she lose money to this man?

What on earth has this man done to her?

Mu Chudi's...