C679 His Woman

Zhuo Yongchang squinted his eyes dangerously when he saw Ying Zheng's pale face. He had seen many women act pitifully, and the person in front of him was someone he detested even more.

Ying Zheng bit his lips tightly, his white teeth sinking into his pink lips. His lips had lost their color, and his long eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of mist