Chapter 1887 Look, that one, how much is it worth?

in the kitchenAnd cooked fried rice, everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart!Fu Mo's eyes narrowed, his voice low and cold, "Throw it away."He got up and, without lingering, strode toward the stairs.Xiao Yu...er, taking large strides with her into the light rain. 。The drizzle was fine as silk, without a breeze, pattering softly. Atop her head was a lady's small umbrella, and behind her the broad chest of...