Obviously, Chu Fei-yuan didn’t throw her a trash can with a trace of humanity, but he washed it for her last night. Although it was aired all night, it didn’t dry, and it was still a little damp.
Chu Fei was far away with a hair dryer to blow her Song Anqiao's face was dripping with blood. The whole person was muffled in the quilt and said angrily,…