C654 Gold silk cloth

Mo Qian was so amused by his appearance that she did not know whether to laugh or cry. After a moment of silence, she said somewhat speechlessly: "Who said I gave you poison?"

"Isn't it?" Hearing that, Rong Rongliu immediately retracted his pitiful expression, and asked in astonishment.

"Of course. Which uncle would give the poison to his nephew?" Mo Qian waved his hand, "Come over