C382 There Was Nothing He Could Do

The voice was a little cold and a little sarcastic.

Mu Qinghuan was stunned. She really could not find a reason to refuse.

But to let Ji Chenyuan apply it, that was too. . .

Mu Qinghuan's face turned red just thinking about it.

Although she was already in her twenties, she was not a little girl. It was winter and her son was almost four years old. In the end