C52 I'll Cure Your Mouth

"Master, it's ink, not blood"

306 quickly said.

"Who did it?" Zhao Qinghe walked closer to Zhao Chanqiu expressionlessly. He walked to Zhao Chanqiu and bent down to touch the red ink on Zhao Chanqiu's messy face. "Speak. "

Zhao Chanqiu tried his best to lower his head but did not avoid Zhao Qinghe. He saw through him in a second. Now Zhao Qinghe was standing in front of him