C1538 He Began to Clean Himself

Yi Qingtian was nervous. "What's wrong with my daughter?"

Yi Muhua violently shook Zhang Muye's hand and scolded angrily.

"Bastard, let go! You are the one with the problem!"

Zhang Muye directly patted Yi Muhua's acupuncture point lightly. Yi Muhua felt like he had lost all his strength and fell onto the table like a pile of mud.

She wanted to scold him