The bad state of disrepair in the room was beyond Mo Xiangrui’s imagination.

A crude table was in the middle of the room with one broken leg.

The table with three legs was in imminent danger of falling down.

There was a big bed with a width of less than one meter and a half in a corner, and a woman at her last gasp was lying in it.

The woman was covered with a dirty and heavy cotton quilt, showing only her small ...