Chapter 217 He Cooked Breakfast Himself

four years ago, Yisheng gave me a prescription to treat my injured voice box. That bastard deliberately added a particularly bitter medicine, it was so bitter that I almost cried." 。Later, the man saw...Chapter 217 He Cooked Breakfast Himselfdy."Did you just grab your uncle" Wen Ping Sheng asked with a serious expression.Meimei, who was very good at reading faces, immediately drooped her head and rubbed her forehead against her hand, meow...