C27 It's All That Bad Woman's Fault I'm Gonna Kill Her

Ye Huanting and his son, Ye Haoyu, were enjoying the food, but some people were happy, while others were suffering.

Ye Haoyu was incomparably happy. There was bound to be someone suffering.

Jiang Xiaozhan looked at the White Chopped Chicken in front of him, which was boiled in plain water, stewed with sea cucumbers, and had no sauce at all.

Ah