Chapter 217 He Cooked Breakfast Himself

was the highest praise. 'Just so-so'……His words made An Xiaotu suddenly feel like a sharp knife mercilessly stabbed into her chest, blood spurting out non-stop, unable to utter a word. 。Later, Tang...ittle An turned his head to glance at him, frowned, then continued to drink milk. " 。"Tang Yucheng, look, your son really despises you; praying for me to be away these days, you could take the chance...