The room was in shambles, the drawer doors were open, and the signs of the couch rolling and denting were still obvious.

His white shirt fell to the floor, crumpled and dirty, ravaged into a small ball.

Zhou Zhan's dark eyes, soaked in wine, narrowed slightly, and a touch of ruthlessness quickly swept over, replaced by indifference and anger.

Fang Ziqin ran tightly, and the off-white socks were left in the corner of the sofa, a small one, with a cartoon biscuit bear printed on it.

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