Chapter 951

o eat.”Bai Zhenhai's heart sank even deeper upon hearing this. He hadn't expected that at just five years old, the child was already starting to cook..."Back then, my foster mother wasn't feeling well...he same face as his older brother, but his heart and stomach had been stabbed dozens of times. The wounds were still oozing blood, and the large holes looked horrifying.Song Chengzhi's heart seemed to...