"My room has too many mechanisms, you'll get hurt if you come in." The cold voice echoed from the iron room.,Liu Qingcheng was truly at her wit's end with this son. Seeing that he wouldn't budge, she could only sigh and gently place the food down before turning and leaving.,He was a hundred years old. He had lived a cautious life, but he never expected to die from a poisoned bowl of soup.。