C73 Spermatogenic

Weng Xiaoxiao's face was pale. This was not an act, but a genuine fright.

Although she was not a kind-hearted person, she had been raised in a room since she was young. She had never experienced such a bloody incident, so she was naturally frightened.

"Fifth Miss, are you alright?" Weng Xinyun walked up to him, looking worried. "Drink some tea to calm your nerves," she said