Taking the warehouse

"Can I exchange it for money" Fang Xing sat in the cramped rental house, eagerly awaiting a response from the other end of the phone.,Looking at the pale and thin arms, and then at the long hair, Fang woke up from his depression.,After a few footsteps, a middle-aged man rushed in. When he saw Fang Xing sitting by the bed, tears streamed down his face.。