C292 Psychological Warfare

The moment she saw Eight-face Buddha, the blue bow pounced on her. She finally couldn't control her tears of grievance. She was crying like a pear blossom in the rain.

"My good daughter! What's wrong?"

The fake Eight-face Buddha tightly held Blue Butterfly's hand on her waist and asked with concern.

When the butler saw his beloved daughter crying so sadly, he naturally felt his heart ache