concede."The humble minister obeys your command." Lan Bo's heart felt like he had swallowed a fly, extremely stifled. Not only could he not bring Su Qingying to justice, but he also had to lick his f..."Ying'er, are you jealous"He smiled, and Su Qingying immediately bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Smug You're quite pleased with yourself, aren't you So what if I'm jealous You're...