C437 He Used to Hate People Who Were His Real Parents

Zhao Yue only smiled in satisfaction when she saw Han Zhi eat them all.

She picked up her chopsticks and ate her vegetables and pork ribs. Han Zhi, on the other hand, was eating them with a bitter face. His soup, beef whip, braised pork whip...

When Zhao Yue returned to Loong Meisha's villa after dinner, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

After walking to the living room