Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

it.After pondering for a long time, he finally came up empty-handed."Seems like a treasure," Jiang Wang smiled, then put the red makeup mirror away.He didn't hold back anything from Zhú Bì Qióng eith...she expressed her willingness and ability to help, effectively dispelling Jiang Wang's resistance.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!But Jiang Wang still looked at Zhao...