In her heart, Yun Chujiu gave di beiming ten thousand likes. Not Bad, not bad. He treated this little white lotus as cold and merciless as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. This pretty boy was much more at ease than his father.
The palace mistress looked at Di Linhan resentfully. Damn it, why is the gap between this father and his son So Big? If you can be like your son, then I will be much more at ease!
Lan Luoxue’s face turned red after being scolded by DI beiming. She stood there awkwardly, wishing that there was a hole in the ground for her to crawl into.
Madam Lan quickly came to her rescue. “Luoxue, You Lass! Your esteemed self is busy with the matters of the Temple of Immortals all day long, how would he have the energy to accompany you? Doesn’t your maid, Linlang, know how to play the zither? Just let her accompany you.”