chapter 59 : Steal the fruit!

"Xiao Zhang, you are working too hard. If it were before, I really couldn't take care of you."

Feng Hong was sitting on the sofa next to him, regulating his breath, looking a little tired.

Tenston Zimmerman felt it, and it was obvious that he helped him sort out his meridians when he was unconscious.

"Thank you, Grandpa Feng."

Tenston Zimmerman said immediately.

He knew how serious his overdraft was before, and with Howard Ford's cultivation, it was...