C171 Counterattack

No sleep tonight.

Early in the morning, Mrs Zhang carefully walked out of Shen Qing's room. This night was really tiring.

Fu Mofann, who had been standing at the door, was waiting for Mrs Zhang to come out and bring some news.

"How is it? Is it stable?"

Mrs Zhang pulled Fu Mofann's ear and walked to the side.

"You bastard brat