Little Bao Lan, in her sapphire embroidered jacket, stumbled into the room, pushing the door open with a burst of energy. Her large, bright eyes were fixed on me as if she wanted to leap into my arms.,Before she could speak again, she noticed Green Cong’s hand tremble as she held the silver spoon. Her heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to say something, Zhou Shi, Mother of Qin'er, sounded from outside the door, “Madam, it’s not good—”,However, at this moment, thinking of Zhener, her steps grew faster and faster, she ran like the wind, her cloak trailed behind her, her hair flying in the wind, her shoes almost coming off.。