C137 Qing Jiu's Treaty

"Where else is there other than the face?" Fu Chengqing took out a small white porcelain bottle from somewhere and handed it to Mild Wind.

Mild Wind was flattered and wanted to kneel down.

Fu Chengqing reached out his right hand to support him and pulled him to the chair. He pressed his shoulder down and said, "See you outside."

"Thank you, young master