C687 Pick One

"En, thank you for your trouble," Qi Zimo nodded, and spoke to the attendants who had been following him, "You and this mama were guarding outside, so I don't know what Aunt did wrong. But thinking about it, he probably didn't want to see too many people. I'll go in and take a look myself. "

"Yes, young master."

Qi Zimo slowly rolled in his wheelchair into the woodshed