C1183 No Mercy

The garden was very quiet. At this season of the year, the flowers were wilting and not a single shade of red could be seen. Qiao Yun looked at Rong Mingyuan with a dark expression and frowned.

Rong Mingyuan did not speak, he only nodded.

"Then why did you agree?"

Qiao Yun's tone was no longer good. It stained his heart, but it could not be compared to those two children