C154 Cerebral meridian sharp turn
Little Yun smiled at Bing'er and walked out of the room.
The maid wrote down all the questions that Bing'er had asked on the paper.
Seeing that the notes were piled as high as a small mountain, Bing'er rested her chin on her hands. She was hesitating; where on earth should she place these notes?
"Miss Bing'er, you see