147 Wedding Dresses

Walking into the villa, Zhang Xiaohua felt suffocated by the emptiness.

The silence was deafening. Sighing, Zhang Xiaohua looked around.

With his father having passed and his mother and Liu Yan in the hospital. Facing such an empty house, Zhang Xiaohua felt lonely. Even though he was sitting in a million-dollar property, he couldn't feel a trace of happiness.

Full of turbulent emotion, Zhang Xiaohua went towards his room.

Passing Liu Yan's room, he couldn't help but stop.

In the face of the closed door, Zhang Xiaohua thought for a moment, then reached out and gently twisted the lock on the door. When, he opened the door, he fixed his eyes and looked inside. There was a bed and a writing desk as well as wooden wardrobe, the room was quite simple.

Zhang Xiaohua walked into Liu Yan's bedroom, maybe he could find something to take to Liu Yan in the hospital.

At this point, looking at the whole room, the only thing that attracted Zhang Xiaohua was the desk.