C1137 It Doesn't Look at All like a Good Little Cat

How could Ke Jing, who had a fetish for cleanliness, tolerate someone whose mind and body went off the rails and continued to be his husband?

He stretched out his hand and slowly held the phone tightly. Then, he took a deep breath and looked at the dirty stuff in the phone with an expressionless face.

"Why are you helping me?"

If it wasn't for President Jiang