C329 Grilled Meat

Feng Zimo received the answer he wanted, and with another wave of his hand, Lin Fu once again fainted on the ground. Feng Zimo thought for a moment, and decided to put him back into the black space to avoid being an eyesore.

"Zimo, why is he so obedient? Answer whatever you ask!" Yin Wuqing asked curiously.

"This is called psychology. To put it simply, it is psychological interference