C29 A Cinnabar Mole

Muh Ying turned around and sat down on the sofa.

"What's wrong? Does the wound still hurt?" She held Zhang Peichen's big palm with her small hand.

"It doesn't hurt."

Zhang Peichen held her small hand and shook his head with a smile.

At this moment, Chen Tian had already ordered people to move the materials into the yard.

"Mr. Lu..