C153 Mysterious Bald Head

On Wushuang's side, she pretended that Feng Qingya was joking and wanted him to take back what he said today.

"What kind of incurable disease do you have? There is no one else here, can't you tell me?" Wushuang looked at him with a burning gaze, hoping that he would complain about his difficulties.

Feng Qingya's heart seemed to have skipped a beat. Did she guess?

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