C287 Receiver

Fu Mo pursed his lips and smiled when he saw Jian Qingchu's ticklish "fierce" attack. He did not make things difficult for her and gently placed her on the wheelchair.

Two hands that were bandaged like pig hooves were placed on the handrails on both sides.

Jian Qingchu was like an old lady.

No, to be precise, she had enjoyed the life of an old man in advance