"What time is it? Haven't you gone to pick up Xiao Qiang yet?! Are you trying to get yourself killed!"
After the sound of keys unlocking the door, the voice filled with curses followed swiftly.
Zhang Zhongquan, leaning on the sofa, was used to this, remaining calm and composed, not even glancing away from the suspense drama on TV. On the coffee table in front of him were various kinds of fruit, a few cans of beer, and a dish of spiced peanuts.
What does it mean to live in the moment?
What does it mean to seek pleasure promptly?
My wife works, I enjoy—definitely a model man, a winner in life!
Boss Jiang once said not to fear scarcity but inequality—it's human nature. Indeed, very reasonable—upon entering the room and seeing such a scene, Mai Encui became even more furious, her lungs almost exploded with rage!
"I'm talking to you, did you hear me!"
