C608 A Son like His Father's Zhu Chengming

"I'm not angry." Zhu Chenghuo's face was tense, and carried a hint of ice-cold frost.

Anyone could tell that the coldness on his face was enough to freeze the people around him, but he didn't admit it.

Chang Muhee was a little stunned, but immediately after, her longing for the beautiful man took over her mind even more.

"Cheng Mo, if you are tired then go back to rest