C345 Private tolerance

Shui Qingyan looked at Ning Wu, and the corner of her lips raised into a smile: "Qingmei."

Qing Mei's figure flashed, and the broken bracelet on Ning Wu's waist appeared in her hands. "Miss."

"Don't give it to me, give it to the Flower Slave, and bring a jar of white vinegar over here." Shui Qingyan looked at Ning Wu: "You Yan, go check on the carriage