"Why do these people come to you..."

sitting on the card seat in a noisy bar, Guo Xihao looks at Miao Xin, who is simply bandaged.

"Damn, it's not a broken policy recently. It's called old city reconstruction It seems that all the people are crazy. They want to take this piece of project down, so that they have a certain position in ty's right to speak... "

red eyes, constantly pouring alcohol into his stomach, hoping to use alcohol to numb his pain.

"I really don't plan to go to the hospital..."

leaning on the sofa, Guo Xihao likes to smoke more than wine, and cigarettes seem to understand...