aunt Zhao's script didn't contain calmness and quickness, and she was even clumsy with her gorgeous clothes and jewelry.

Rong Jing looked at it with a smile. Seeing that Aunt Zhao 's palm was about to fall, she leaned aside, dodged easily, chuckled, and found a place to sit down.

"aunt Zhao, is jing'er wrong? Or auntie, you are old and confused. You always regard my east mansion as the West mansion? " Asked Rong Jing.

aunt Zhao was breathless and angrily scolded, "shameless little bitch, your east mansion has been dead for a long time. I'll tell you, don't say it's east mansion, even the West mansion is my...