C417 He Held His Breath

"Putong!"

Mu Niannian plunged head first into the soup pool and the herbal smell entered her mouth and nose. Mu Niannian was in a sorry state and should have gotten up when she saw the maid walking out quickly.

"Where are you going!"

The maid did not turn her head. There was a cold smile on her lips. She reached out and locked the wooden door of the soup pool