C187 The Fruit of the Extreme Yang

"Hmm?"

Qiao Zhen, who had an indifferent expression, calmly sat on the wheelchair and allowed Ye Feng to massage his legs.

"My father's legs can't even be cured by the most advanced western medicine, so how useful can this massage of his be?"

Qiao Chenfei who was at the side looking at Ye Feng, softly whispering in his heart