C320 Show Good will

Liu Qingmo frowned as he looked at the turbid soup on the table. As if she was thinking about something, she felt very dirty. This bowl of medicine seemed to be used to humiliate him.

"Ji Jingyu, you bastard!" she scolded, tears in her eyes. The room was empty, and Liu Qingmo, who was sitting on the chair, was emitting a cold aura from head to toe.

"She hardened her heart and picked up the bowl