C326 Hsu Zhao-ning's Suggestion

In the evening, within the Qingyuan, Qing Ling was lying on the bedside sickly. From time to time, she would ask her little girl, "Have you come?"

After she had asked this question dozens of times, the sound of footsteps finally came from outside the door.

"Why did Aunt Qing come to find me in such a hurry?" The footsteps stopped. Xu Zhaoning's lazy voice came from the doorframe