C26 Who the Hell Are You? Disgusting!

Mr. Ma's house was tiny, barely eight square meters. The dim lighting, patchy walls, and uneven floor were just as Feng Manlou had imagined.

"Hehe, I forgot to turn on the light for you," chuckled Mr. Ma.

With a click, the large incandescent bulb hanging from the ceiling burst into a brilliant white light, incredibly bright.

It chased away the sense of decay