Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

o a rage: "Chen Ping, don't be too much!""Chen Ping, forget it, forget it. Since he agreed not to get married, don't dwell on it anymore!"Chen Ping's second aunt, upon hearing this, hurriedly advised...led calmly."What do you mean" Zhao Wuji asked, his face full of confusion.He only got half right. Although the person in bed did have fingers bitten by insects, making them difficult to heal and smell...