C657 The President of the General Service in Person

Mu Chen looked at the woman who was gritting her teeth just now.

Instantly, it changed into a bashful look.

Ye Zichen touched her smooth forehead without knowing what it was.

He mumbled to himself.

"No fever."

"..."

Ye Zichen looked at the man's stupefied expression.

Cheng Bao'er coughed lightly.

He pointed at his own neck.

"Ahem, um, I don't have a fever