C1865 The Bloodthirsty One's His 11
"Little Liang, good morning!"
"Morning!"
"Morning!"
Liang Jingyi walked through the front door of the hospital, through the front desk and the registration office towards the clinic. Along the way, all the doctors and nurses greeted him.
Fu Jiyao, who was following behind him, was shocked.
Liang Jingyi had such a cold personality. Last night, plus this morning
