I will Wait for You to Wash Your Hands in a Golden Bowl We will Open a Restaurant

"Madam wishes to …"

"Go, what are you thinking about? Come with me."

On top of the cliff, winds were blowing and clouds were surging. The biting autumn wind was blowing their white clothes. The two's backs were extremely compatible, as if they were a divine couple.

"I hope the Madam can forget about the bamboo tube incident."

"What do you mean?"

Jun Pao Ling held her hand and stood side by side with her. The lights at the foot of the mountain were dim, illuminating the entire night sky.

"I've heard Zhu Jiu talk about the power of that thing of yours. I hope that after this matter is over, you can stop talking about it. Madam, do you understand what I mean?"