"Xue zining, whose mother is still alive, has been in the Qing garden!" Ouyang said freehand.

"not dead?!" Xue Jingshan is even more surprised. She widens her eyes and looks at Ouyang's freehand brushwork!

"well, I don't want to say too much. You want to go, I'm going out! " Ouyang finished freehand, picked up the bag, left his room, leaving Xue Jingshan alone.

"in Qingyuan, is there her mother zining?" Xue Jingshan fell down on the sofa and mumbled repeatedly. The whole person seemed to have lost his soul.

it took a long time for Xue Jingshan to get back to her senses. She quickly found out the phone...