C457 Sins

She looked at Ye Qing's delicate face, which had always been in front of everyone. But now, she was as pale as a ghost, curled up in the corner. Trembling, she kept saying... Father, I beg you, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me... I feel uncomfortable