Mao Daqing's voice was way too familiar to Mei Xiaoyun.
The key point was, Mao Daqing's voice was extremely recognizable.
It had that bit of a duck-screech tone, super easy to pick out.
In an instant, Mei Xiaoyun bounced up from the sofa, hugging a cushion, staring at the doorway with an excited face.
The very next second, a violently loud sound suddenly exploded.
At the door stood a middle‑aged fat guy.
About one-seventy-five tall, and weighing at least two hundred jin!
The leg he had just pulled back proved completely that he was the one who'd kicked the door.
A cold, sinister smile curled at the corner of Mao Daqing's mouth.
But with that one smile, his expression suddenly changed.
The wound on his face tugged at his nerves.
The bruises all over his face made him look extra ferocious.
"Bitch, bitch!"
Mao Daqing started cursing outright. He stepped forward and walked straight into the room, his eyes rampaging around inside.
