C838 Past and Old Resentment

Although Ming Shu's words were a bit exaggerated, Qu Lianmeng knew what her daughter meant. She tidied up Ming Shu's clothes and said, "Be careful. Go on."

"Yes, I know," Ming Shu waved her hand at her. "Goodbye mother."

Ming Shu held Zhan Mochen's arm and left their rented yard.

It had been a long time since she last played with Zhan Mochen, especially in such a poetic place