At the moment, Zhu Mo's condition is not so good. He is pale, half leaning on the sofa, tightly stretched, the lines under his shirt are very obvious. He just closed his eyes and has been forcibly enduring the pain from his body.

Even he is not sure where his body is now in perfect condition. Suddenly, it must have gone wrong.

Chu Mo rubbed his temple tiredly and looked at Lu Xiaoxiao's room. It seemed that he was thinking about something.

The housekeeper could hardly breathe with such an attitude as being praised and ink. He breathed deeply, and an old bone almost broke his heart. After a long...