C693 Renomethoate

The morning sunlight shined into the room. Zhang Zitao sat up from the bed and stretched himself.

A good night's sleep.

After brewing a cup of coffee for himself, Zhang Zitao pondered deeply about the matter of changing houses.

Some time ago, he had thought of moving away, but there were too many things that he didn't have the time to do.

Of course, he couldn't say that he was free now