C42 Heartache

Wei Nuanyang sneered, and the rage in his heart hadn't subsided yet. He ate four bowls of porridge, but none of them were enough for the previous meal. With that, he rolled his eyes at Yuezheng Du to vent his anger.

Yuezheng Du was speechless. Right now, it was as convenient as eating food for him. It was always time for him to do whatever he wanted. A pair of long legs took a few quick steps