C129 Secret

Zhuang Chen held the dead plants and locked himself in the workshop.

He quietly planted them in the small flower beds.

There were more than ten flower beds arranged neatly on the table.

"Phew..."

"How much blood do you need from me!"

Zhuang Chen put his hands on his waist and looked at his palm with a frown. He shook his head helplessly and sighed.

Because his wound recovered too quickly