"Chen Feng, you beast! If you want to sell Niuniu to pay off your gambling debt, you can't do it unless you step over my corpse!"
A heartbreaking cry pierced into my mind like a steel needle.
Chen Feng opened his eyes suddenly.
I had a splitting headache, and the air was filled with the smell of cheap briquettes, moldy bedding, and a pungent smell of low-quality alcohol.
What comes into view is the mottled peeling wall, dim light bulbs hanging with cobwebs, and an old-fashioned mahogany cabinet with the word "hi" on it that has faded.
This is... 1998, That home located in Tongzilou, a cotton spinning factory?
