The Wang family had some friendship with his family. When the old doctor was still alive, he often treated Wang Dachui's bruises and bruises for a fee.
Since we are old friends, we can't ignore them.
Xia Han sighed, stood up from the ground, limped to the door with his wet body and tired steps.
He didn't light the lamp, but opened the door bolt with the faint moonlight coming from the window.
With a "squeak" sound, the wooden door opened a crack.
"What's the matter?" His voice sounded particularly cold at night.
