C862 The Flower Lantern Society

Lian swept her eyes in Gong Zilin's direction. She was obviously walking fast, but now she slowed down. The woman who was in his arms had already sat down. She was in a small wheelchair, pretending to be gentle and gentle, like a willow bending over. Lianqing's heart trembled when he saw her.

This woman really knew how to pretend!

"Mistress, that woman is riding on your head