Yuan Qing felt that everyone was gossiping too much, but when the task fell on her to talk about it, she also felt that dark clouds were gathering above her head.
At this moment, Xiahou Xiyue was in the flower room, playing with rose petals.
She walked in, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and shouted nervously: "Xiyue."
"Huh? What's the matter?" Xiahou Xiyue thought the rose in her hand was Duanmu Xiu and tore it hard.
