After transmigrating, I use Slag Gong as a stand-in

Xu Jingzhou stuffed the other end of the belt into his hand and said, "Do it."

The door of the old-fashioned community cannot withstand beatings.

When Xu Jingzhou was dragged into the room, he didn't even have time to turn on the light. He was tossed several times in the dark and couldn't stand up, and was hugged and slammed the door again.

He grasped the curtain for strength, and didn't take his eyes off the tattoo for a moment.

"Xu Jingzhou," Wei Zhun was thinking erratically, and asked him casually when he was about to enter: "What did you just say? Huh? Why pick you up at the airport? What happened?"

"To shut up."

The obedient man he pressed against the corner of the wall suddenly interrupted his question with a cold voice.He was still panting for breath, but he couldn't bear to lower his voice, "Get out if you talk again."