"Shuo'er has turned fifteen, so it's time to arrange a personal space for her. Which one do you think would be suitable",Ching'er pretended to be frightened and shook her head hurriedly. "My lady, please forgive me, I wasn't crying. I was just thinking about my deceased mother, as today is her death anniversary.",Cheng'er returned to the back room and almost laughed out loud.。