Started in a Trap: Being Dragged to Host a Funeral

12 Midnight Wang Yixuan was squatting at home in a pair of shorts, with a cigarette in his left hand and a mobile phone in his right hand, watching short videos. He put out a cigarette and flicked his cell phone, took out three pieces of paper, wiped them, stood up and felt his head spinning. Wang Yixuan closed his eyes and fell against the wall behind him. When Wang Yixuan opened his eyes again, he found that this was not his toilet. Where was I... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.