C900 Little Wolf Dog

Chu Ping remained silent, his grip firm on Rong Qi's wrist, refusing to let go. He stared intently at Rong Qi, who lay before him, covered in blood.

He didn't recognize him.

The Rong Qi he knew was either charming and graceful, unparalleled in elegance, or calm and astute, but never had he been so battered and broken