Wrong with the Romantic President

He Tongjia walked into the famous refugee area in D city. There were several dilapidated small buildings left over from unknown ages. This area was populated by people like her parents who had no fixed jobs and later became small businessmen and hawkers. The morning was filled with neighbors riding tricycles to and from selling goods. It's not time to go to work yet, so I want to go home and take care of my father, He Danian, who has been drinking all the time. Dragging my broken body, I walked in this messy courtyard, thinking about what happened yesterday, and advised myself to just lose my virginity. It's not amnesia, and there's nothing visible from the outside, so how could I still go to work? Eight years ago, Hedanian was full of...