The old lady looked around in a daze.
Then, he looked at the little girl who was standing high above him.
The Zheng family had already helped her change into her burial clothes. At this moment, she was standing in the cold Hall, looking around.
The old ladies of the capital city often came to the Saviors 'Hall to offer incense, so they naturally knew of this place.
"You ... Is she a young lady from the Jiang family?" The old lady felt that she was like Jiang huailu, but not like Jiang huailu.
The little girl in the day was full of smiles, looking like an innocent child.
Now that he saw her, he naturally showed some fear and respect, even not daring to look her in the eye.
Lulu's little hand tapped lightly, and the chair fell behind old lady Zheng.
"Lulu didn't expect to see the old Madam so soon." Lulu shook his head lightly. As he spoke, an old man with white hair entered the hall of salvation.
