C1175 Pulling My Face

Sweet Spring Palace, Great Zhou.

Since returning from the garden yesterday, Wen Ruoxuan had locked herself in her room, not even seeing Qiuqing.

Past noon, Qiuqing glanced at the cold dishes on the jade table and couldn't help but glare at Hua Fuliu. "It's all your fault."

Hua Fuliu stood silently, knowing he was to blame.

"Where did you go?"

Qiuqing walked right up to Hua Fuliu