C196 Favorite

His eyes flashing with clear black and white light, Zhuo Yanfeng tried to arouse his sympathy: "Young master, although I've been eating six meals a day, every time there's only a thin soup. I haven't eaten a single mouthful of rice, my whole body feels weak and sore, and my physical strength is overloaded …"

"Thin soup?" Ouyang Yu remained unmoved