The damp musty smell penetrated into his nose, and Lin Huan opened his heavy eyelids.
Mottled earth walls, uneven mud floors - this is definitely not what an airplane cabin should look like.
"Traditional Chinese medicine exchange meeting..." He rubbed his temples and muttered to himself, and was suddenly hit by a tsunami of memory fragments.
Chapter table of contents is wrong
The starting time is wrong
Hehehehehe
Xingxingwen is boring
If the author dares to write, I dare to read! ! !