C470 Refuse

At this time, at the outskirts of A City, in a quiet villa surrounded by mountains, Moo Ling, who was so thin that she looked like a completely different person from before, was lying on a large and soft Simmons bed with a dull look in her eyes.

Gong Zhao sat beside the bed with a bowl of stomach nourishing medicinal porridge. His face was filled with deep heartache. "Ling, have a bite..