C440 The Truth of Silk and Cocoons(1)

After hearing Aunt Chen's voice, Jin Huang'ao raised his head and looked at her. His eyes were as black as obsidian, but in the thick black, there was a kind of suppressed fury.

It was a kind of destructive fury.

Jin Huang'ao struggled to stand up and used his injured hand to support the ground. The wound that was originally not healed quickly cracked open again