On the Day I Was Released from Prison, My Ex-Wife's Patron Knelt in Front of Me.

This book shouldn't end like this

I can't figure out the circuit in my brain. I clearly got the bomb and threw it away. Instead, I made a phone call.

This type of novel is very simple, it just depends on whether you feel comfortable reading it or not. This one is not.

The update is too slow, just like squeezing out toothpaste. I don't want to read it and take it off the shelves.

What kind of brain circuit can write such a novel?

If you are not happy there, come back early.

I've read Chapter 73 and it's really not worth reading.

The more I write, the more I look like a fool. I can sell the house even if the owner doesn't agree.