C98 Make Good Food

"Of course not."

Lee Yuetian clutched his heart as if he had been stung by something. His heart throbbed in pain.

"Then what should I do?" Lee Yuetian played with a pen in his hand. His hands were white under the black and gold light.

Lu Rann felt his cousin's voice sounding a little lonely. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Cousin, do as I say. I'll tell you..