C453 Xu Mioran's Gift

"What do you want to say to me?" In the empty main hall, Jun Muming was holding a teacup in his hand. His eyebrows were lowered and his tone was casual.

Xu Miaoran lightly stepped forward like a willow in the wind, her slender hands gently resting on Jun Muming's shoulders. "I have not seen His Highness the crown prince for a long time, I really miss him