"Sister looks a bit unfamiliar." Gu Qiancheng curiously circled around Shi Qingjun.
Unfamiliar...
Shi Qingjun looked at the little girl in front of her and asked, "Do you know all the ladies in the sect?"
This question was also what Liu Qingluo wanted to ask.
"I don't know all the sisters." The bell at Gu Qiancheng's waist jingled as she squinted cutely, "But... I know all the pretty sisters."
When she was searching the mountain for her mother, what kind of girl hadn't she seen?
Shi Qingjun was taken aback, then realized that this little girl meant she thought she was good-looking.
Helpless, only helpless.
She bent down slightly and flicked the delicate bell tied with a red thread around Gu Qiancheng's waist with her finger.
This action startled Gu Qiancheng, making her retreat instinctively, shocked: "Sister, who are you, how can you touch my bell..."
