C558 Zhao Xing's Death

Xiao Yi walked through the long street and swaggered back to his villa.

Just as he let out a long breath and sat down on the sofa, the delicate voice of Miss Bai could be heard from the toilet on the first floor, "Sunshine Incense Scent Smoke, looking at the toilet from afar, it's in the distance. Damn it, there's no toilet paper."

When Xiao Yi heard such a sensational limerick