C550 Entrusted

When the news of Wai Lanting's death arrived, Jiaojiao and Fengniang were chatting passionately.

The old woman was standing at the side with her hands clasped behind her sleeves. Fengniang felt as if she was being watched, and her hands were so embarrassed that she didn't know where to put them. Jiaojiao glanced at the old woman and lazily raised her hand