C446 Crimson Blood Insect Grass

Zhao Xingming was even more furious.

He had been praised by countless people since he was a child, and he had been admired by them since he was born. He spent every day fawning and fawning on them.

He was also very hardworking, and he worked very hard to improve himself.

No matter what he did, he did it very well. As long as he wanted to do something, he had practically never made any mistakes