A Pot of Gruel

"Why is your bracelet so unreliable?"

Bai Zheng's slightly regretful voice came out, "A good face was born from a white, but it ended just like that."

The purple-clothed maidservant did not care about all these as she muttered to herself, "Mother! "Your daughter was unfilial and didn't protect the thoughts you left for your daughter …" She reached recklessly into the hot tea and scooped up the bead.

"Ai!" I'm afraid you're going to burn your hands like this. " Bai Zheng reminded her out of good intentions.

Bai Sheng saw that not only did the little girl place a cup of hot tea into the pearl, she even wanted to use her dirty hands to reach her hands out to grab the pearl.

How could Bai Zheng bring the cup of tea to Bai Yizhang to drink? Wouldn't it be a waste!?

At the moment, Bai Sheng watched anxiously and angrily from the side, cursing "You useless thing" as she walked forward, wanting to give the purple-clothed maidservant a fierce slap.