C180 diabolism

I looked at Mr. Zhao and slipped my hand into my clothes. To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that he's a friend, based on his strange tone of voice, I would have also stabbed him.

However, Mr. Zhao didn't have self-awareness and even whispered in my ear, "In winter, one Di Fusheng will be planted, and in spring, the other Di Fusheng will be harvested. Eldest Nephew, you know