C56 Jasminoidae radix

An Lingge raised her head, her bright eyes stared straight at Nanny Zhao, with a glimmer in her eyes, "Nanny Zhao is wrong to say that."

She stretched out her hand to adjust the corner of her clothes. It was clearly a casual look, but somehow, it carried an indescribable force. Nanny Zhao unconsciously held her breath, as if she was afraid of scaring her