C207 Zhao Xing'er Whose Eyes Were Brimming with Tears

Beautiful things were always fleeting, like a fleeting flower, and Miss Murong quickly retracted her beautiful smile, returning to her former tranquility.

"Young, young miss, I, I!"

The little maid then jumped onto Murong Qingyue and hugged her tightly. With tears in her eyes, she said, "I'm so excited, young lady