C117 Hate

Guo Jingjing's figure was busy moving back and forth in the kitchen. The pork ribs he bought were already boiling in the pot with water, and with a few slices of ginger to remove the fishy smell, Guo Jingjing's face was extremely ugly as he sliced the potato in his hand.

Zhang Qing stood at the side and peeked at his son's face. He shrunk his neck and revealed a flattering smile