With one hand holding onto her lame leg, Zi Ling was frantically rushing towards Ye Qing Luo's courtyard, stumbling with every few steps.
On her face was a look of panic, her steps were messy and the way she ran was as if running for her life.
The moment she saw Zi Ling, Ye Qing Luo's expression changed.
Ever since that day Zi Ling was given the mission, she had never appeared in front of Ye Qing Luo.
She had thought that Zi Ling was afraid of getting blood on her hands and had long fled Three Springs.
"Miss…." Zi Ling was pale and trembling.
She rushed to the front of Ye Qing Luo and was just about to say something when she saw Ye Feng Yu standing to one side. She quickly stopped and greeted, "Eighth Young Master."
Ye Qing Luo casually cast her glance to her side and looked at Ye Feng Yu and waved her hands dismissively, "Don't worry, if there's anything, just say it."
Zi Ling looked hesitantly at Ye Feng Yu and twisted her sleeves, feeling apprehensive.
