C425 The Origin of Chicken Soup

Murong Ting looked at Soong Qiu'er, waiting for the scent on his body to dissipate. However, after waiting for a long time, Murong Ting lost his patience and could only throw his jacket on the ground.

Hugging Soong Qiu'er, Soong Qiu'er's face was red with coughing. She didn't even have the strength to struggle.

He only felt a lot better after smelling the sandalwood on Murong Ting's clothes