C88 Like What's Passed down in China

Li Chuan moved his breakfast to the side, looking at the warmth in his eyes with obvious warmth.

Tang Qinghong's face turned red as she looked at him. He didn't even dare to raise his head to look into her eyes.

"Go wash up." Li Chuan spoke coolly. His voice had always been cold, but now that it reached Xiang Xi's ears, it seemed like he was spoiling the sound