C755 Concealed Laboratory

The two of them sat across from each other at the table.

Jiang Wu stared at Zheng Moyan, waiting for his next words.

Zheng Moyan glanced at the porridge on the table, swallowed his saliva with difficulty and said with a helpless smile:

"I didn't eat porridge in the past, but now even this cold lump of porridge is enough to make me crave for it."

Shaking his head