C308 The Gentle Zhong Wanqing

"Am I, Zhong Wanqing, really that ugly?"

Every word that came out of Zhong Wanqing's mouth was like a sharp needle stabbing Mo Fanchen's heart.

Zhong Wanqing's small hands that kept rubbing her face made Mo Fanchen feel that in the next moment, her hand would mercilessly slap him on the face.

At this moment, Mo Fanchen's heart was like a tractor that kept moving outwards