He turned his head to look at the bathroom. A shadowy figure passed through the glass door, flickering like a ghost.,Picked up the fallen paper and ink, then hurriedly took over the man's shirt and helped him dress.,Fang Qing received the gaze of everyone, hurriedly picked up the newspaper to block her face, and grumbled softly, "Dead Tian, you actually said such things on the street! Do you want me to live anymore!"。