C672 Oh My God You Are Not a Rival in Love

"Cabbage, ah yellow ground, 3 years old, no mother, wuwu …" Zhao Qingfeng was getting stronger and stronger as he worked, and he even started to sing a song. The moment that plaintive voice came out, the old butler felt as if he had been scratched by a cat. He painfully promised, "Young Master, don't cry, don't cry. It's all my fault today. "Don't cry