"You bastard! What are you, a nine-year-old brat, doing teasing a ten-year-old lady?" Madam Shen raised her hand and threw the tea cup at Shen Ting.
Shen Ting jumped up to dodge, not forgetting to make faces at her: "Luan Luan Luo."
"You little bastard! You dare to stick your tongue out at me? I've turned against you!?" Mrs. Shen's chest heaved violently. Shen Ting hurriedly ran away with her head in her arms, shouting at the top of her voice, "Mother! This little lady is so beautiful. If her reputation is ruined, Ting'er will marry her!"
The little lady hiding behind the master had timid eyes and her face turned red.
Hun Qiu is quite good. Xiao Shuyu was very happy.
Concept: Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year. Things change and people change in the blink of an eye, but flowers meet the breeze, the moon meets the clouds, and the people around you have loved you for years and years, but these have never changed.