C77 Wishful Thinking

Zhuang Qiu blinked. "What's the use of saying this? It's not like you really gave birth ten years earlier."

Chung Yong felt suffocated in his chest. He was so angry that he almost could not catch his breath.

Zhuang Qiu seemed to feel that it was rather honorable. Her head was placed on the back of the chair and her eyes flashed.

The car stopped at Zhuang Qiu's building