C658 King's banquet

"Ugh ?"

Xiao Qingqian held his stomach with false bravado, continuously moaning in a low voice.

Wei Qing's face sank, his mouth stretched upwards as he scolded: "Xiao Qingqian, I clearly hit you in front of your chest, yet you're holding your stomach?"

Being seen through, Xiao Qingqian laughed.

"Why is this flickering?"

Looking at Xiao Qingqian's broken face, Wei Qing told him the reason