"Really, do you want to drink?"

Qiu Jiayi's face was depressed and her small face crumpled into a ball. Looking at the bowl of black soup in front of my eyes, I felt a nausea in my heart.

Oh, my God, it's just a minor injury. Shengling Yao is so nervous that she lets Zhang Siu change her style every day. She drinks these tonics for three meals! It's the third day to let her eat these strange things, okay! ____________

Mrs. Zhang nodded firmly and there was no room for discussion.

Every time I see my wife's bitter face, pinch her nose and drink the soup, even they are...