Jiang Yang shrank his eyes, lowered his gaze at the bowl of witch soup in front of him that had not been touched, and slowly pushed it away.

Made for the man she loves, this soup should not be drunk by her.

Wen Shuyi's words did not have any effect on Ye Tushen, and he still drank the soup in the bowl one after another.

Usually I don't see him holding his own field like this, Jiang Yang didn't look away.

While......

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