At the foot of the mountain just now, Qiuqiu had said that she was not feeling well.
Miss Ruan said that if they did not worship the Buddha at the foot of the mountain, the Bodhisattva would blame them.
He directly pulled Qiuqiu up the mountain. Qiuqiu's face was a little pale.
Mrs. Zheng's heart ached.
Just now, she heard from Miss Ruan that a highly skilled monk had come to the Huguo Temple to seek marriage. She had come to the Guoguo Temple as if she was possessed, but who knew that Qiuqiu would suffer so much?
"Ball treasure, ball treasure, it's all my fault." When Madam Zheng saw Qiuqiu sweating profusely and her lips turning white, her heart ached.
He couldn't help but complain to Lady Ruan.
At this moment, Miss Ruan bit her lips tightly when she heard the word 'mother'.
She knew that Mrs. Zheng was very satisfied with her previously.
