C865 Yuwen Cong!

In the room, Chu Ping wheeled himself back to the medicinal table, habitually pulling out various herbs and pretending to mix them. He had no idea what he was actually concocting; he just wanted to see Rong Qi cry.

"Do you think Ge is smitten with that ugly guy?"

"Who's the ugly guy?"

"Shieh Fengqing!"

"He's not ugly."

Seeing Rong Qi's eyes flare up like they were on fire