C566 A storm is brewing

After cultivating ophthalmoscopy, my eyes became as sharp as knives.

Wu Youde didn't dare to look me in the eye. He smiled embarrassedly and looked me in the eye, "Meng Xin, what happened just now?"

He had no memory of what he had done. I called in the pregnant woman and asked his wife to tell him herself.

The credibility of what my wife said was obviously much higher than mine, an outsider