C612 Small-report

Su Ziye's eyes hid such a grievance: He can't eat food personally cooked by his wife, he's angry, damn it, who is blind to actually dare to step on his wife's little claws, oh no, it's a delicate hand!

Don't let him know who it is, or else he will chop off that pair of hoof wok soup and give it to his good wife to drink.

En, form it up!

Liu Dao Xiang, who was sitting on the chair beside her