C421 [Time flies!]

After dinner, Murong Yu still had not returned.

Mo Xiyan did not ask anyone else.

Slightly exhausted, she lifted her hand to press her forehead. She was always a little dissatisfied.

"The lady's complexion is very bad. Is there something wrong with her?" Bamboo was offered to a bird's nest, but when it saw Mo Xiyan's expression, it immediately asked with concern.

"No defense