Nangong Linger raised Nangong Osmanthus fragrans in surprise. She had met her several times when she was a child and remembered her name, but she couldn't remember her appearance clearly.

Nangong sweet-scented osmanthus was slapped hard on the chest by the old woman, and she had already suffered internal injuries. She coughed up a mouthful of blood, looked at Miss Nangong, and confirmed her identity from between her eyebrows.

"Ling'er, why are you here?"