C698 Coordination drug

Ye Tiancheng's face couldn't help but darken, and his footsteps also stopped right after. Looking at An Yimo, he asked with a face full of worry and sadness: "Why are you so sure? How do you know... Was it raised by your mother's bones? "

An Yimo's face revealed a trace of ruthlessness: "If it wasn't for my mother's bones, why would it grow on her grave? What's more