C870 Her Tone Was a Little Sour

"Who's here?"

She was already lying on the chaise longue when she hurriedly got up again. The chauffeur standing by the door respectfully said, "Yes, Miss Leng."

Qin Huimin picked up a silk scarf and draped it over her shoulders. She was sitting on the Imperial Consort's chair, looking dignified and elegant. When Xinyu came in, she had seen her like this