In the small living room, three people were seated.
A woman in an old-fashioned floral cotton shirt and blue fabric trousers.
Her hair was messy, her complexion sallow, her figure appeared particularly thin.
On one side, there was a beautiful young girl, but her eyes seemed slightly vacant.
Beside the girl sat a man in his thirties with a broken leg.
The man had a smile on his face, that kind of leering smile that was uncomfortable to see.
When he smiled, he revealed a mouthful of large yellow teeth.
His appearance wasn't good either, a chubby round face, sparse eyebrows, small triangular eyes, but a large nose with some black spots on it.
He was grinning as he grabbed the girl's hand, the other hand reaching over to touch her body.
"Come, let your brother touch, don't be afraid..."
Wei Jiaming's eyes reddened with anger. He took a few steps forward and kicked the man away: "Touch your own mother..."
