After retching for a moment in the side hall, Lin Zimo went to the backyard to rinse his mouth with a glass of water, and then returned to the living room.
The moment he stepped back into the living room, he felt something was off. When did two more people show up?
He looked at a plump, somewhat dark-complexioned woman sitting on the sofa with short, curly hair. Her entire appearance gave Lin Zimo an inexplicable sense of discomfort—the kind of look where, the moment someone like that appears on a television screen, you instantly know she is the wicked aunt.
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