Her eyes swept over a pile of something resembling vomit again, and she began to feel somewhat irritable.
Just thinking about the current state of the present world, Xia Country, and East Sea City, like her dormitory, everything was becoming worse, but everyone was powerless to do anything about it.
She deftly pulled out her phone to unlock the door, hung her shoulder bag casually, and Mo Xingye couldn't help but collapse onto the sofa.
This was a small room where the end was visible just by opening the door, with the desk, bed, sofa, and cupboards all cleverly squeezed together.
But such a clean and tidy small room had already become a very precious resource in today's East Sea City.
As the war's intensity kept rising, more and more people flocked to major cities like East Sea City, and the rent here got more expensive with each passing year.
