The smile on ning Qing's lips fell a little.
The woman's eyes were only the size of a palm, and her skin was abnormally white, so her eyes were black and bright, and the fear in them could be seen at a glance.
Although he was petite, his face was very familiar.
It turned out that he had not forgotten ning su.
He was even looking for her substitute outside.
"Who is this?" ning Qing asked, the emotion in her eyes fleeting.
The woman trembled and subconsciously hid behind Lu Zhui.
Lu Zhui shuddered. young Madam, don't misunderstand! She's only Yingluo, she's only Yingluo."
What was it?
Perhaps he was in a hurry and didn't know what to say for a while!
Ning Qing tilted her head and slowly retracted her gaze, landing it on Lu Zhui's face.
Before he could say anything, he heard footsteps behind him.
