C390 Crisis

Mr. Fu hid upstairs when he saw Ji Minhuai. He didn't want to turn into a little white mouse at this age, a little white mouse that could be poisoned to death at any time.

Ji Minhuai looked at Meng Qingge in anticipation. Perhaps it was because of the overflowing maternal nature, but Meng Qingge moved closer to the table to take a look.

The dish on the table was pitch black