C1329 The Brain Residual Powder of Xia Ying

Lu Qingyun, on the other hand, looked down at the three dishes and one soup and a big bowl of rice in front of him — none of them moved.

She bent down and put down the cup.

"The sky is cold. Madam is afraid that you will be frozen, so she asked me to bring you a bed."

"Would she be so kind?" Xiang Guechen had a look of disbelief on his face.

Lu Qingyun's face instantly darkened