C130 Quiet Is the Night of the Date Playing the Flute

Chen Mu, who was riding a 28 year old bicycle, zipped back to the restaurant.

"Why did you come back?"

Meng Xiao Chen's thin arm was holding a broom as he swept the items in front of the door.

Chen Mu had done her in yesterday, and the pain felt as though it was tearing her apart.

His eyes were also in extreme pain, and they also seemed to be slightly swollen