C195 195 Confrontation with Miss Pei!

Gu Shinian held her breath, not even daring to move her hand that was in Nanny Rong's palm.

Through the quiet corridors, through the murals of the eighteenth century and the ornamental vases, there was a great hall.

A cold figure with his back to her was chatting with a woman sitting in the seat of honor.

The woman's beauty was a little classical