C72 This Pot of Porridge Is Getting Worse and Worse

Mei Jing's brows creased so tightly that she could kill a mosquito. She couldn't think of a way out for a while, so she could only act according to the circumstances.

Madame Rong was worried about her daughter, so she stood up and apologized to Madame Guan, "Grandma, it's all my fault. Jing has nothing to do with this. If you really want to pursue this matter