Ahya looked at Zhaoning, the smile at the corner of his lips faded a little.

She knew that Xie Yuanjun must have done something again to make Zhaoning, in one day, be scared like this.

Timid, shrunken into a small ball, clutching the corner of the coat hand still a little shaky.

It was as if a stray cat that had been abandoned once.

Her eyes cold for a moment, and quickly gathered expression, holding Zhaoning weigh, coaxed: "Palace ...