C21 A covert shot designed by someone

Looking at his grandfather's face which was getting thinner by the day, tears of sorrow flowed down Qiao Chuyang's face once again.

In order not to wake his grandfather, Qiao Chuyang left the room softly.

"Qiao Chuyang, pour me a cup of water."

Just as he walked out of Murong Langqing's room, Shui Qing's arrogant voice rang in Qiao Chuyang's ears.

Qiao Chuyang