On the dragon bed, which was decorated with dragons, phoenixes and flying clouds inlaid with seven treasures, the sleeping man frowned and looked worried, as if he had suffered some great grievance.
Bennett Fu sat on the edge of the bed and gently rubbed the wrinkles between his eyebrows. His charming and cold face was cold and expressionless.
Fu Zheng------No matter how Fu Yuanzhou knew this person's name, he was indeed qualified to resent him.
No matter what the truth is--after all, children have no sins that need to be repaid with a lifetime of prospects and blood and tears.
It's a pity that he was destined to join the royal family.
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