chapter 121 she is dead

Inside the door is a desolate but clean home. In the middle of the living room is a table, with unfinished handiwork on the table. Lin Zhiming walked to the living room and looked around. There are some certificates and some paintings drawn by children hanging on the surrounding walls. "Uncle, drink water." The little head named Zhao Waner handed Lin Zhiming a porcelain bowl, which was already filled with water. "Thank you." Lin Zhiming smiled, reached out to take the water, then touched...