This terrible body, to call it trash would be an insult to the garbage.,At this moment, Xu Yilin appeared before him, his face contorted with anger. He was furious, blowing his beard and glaring, to learn that his son-in-law had caused a ruckus at the brothel and ended up being pressed beneath someone. He didn't even have time to put on his outer garments, only managing to throw on a cloak before rushing out.,The madame was over forty, her face plastered with thick rouge. The cloying perfume she wore was almost overpowering, and her expression, a ghastly mask of death, made people recoil in disgust. She stood before Liu WuXie, shouting and gesticulating wildly.。