C277 Zhao Qinghe Agreed

"Zhao Qinghe, speak. . . "

"I beg you. . . "

In the night, only the table lamp by the sofa lit up. Under the light, Zhao Qinghe saw Zhao Chanqiu's weakness spread in all directions. No, he might have come out from the inside, but he usually did not see it.

He did not have any morals or ability. However, after making such a hasty trip, he had gained a pure heart