Sixty-year-old Ning Ran sat under the wisteria in her small courtyard, her white hair as graceful as a crane. She lay leisurely on a reclining chair, drowsiness washing over her.,"Ning Qing, can you hear me when your mother is speaking to you",Ren Huiqing patted her waist and glared coldly at Gui, who was dumbfounded: "Awake You're pretending to be crazy and stupid. Get up! People will be here soon to look at us. If they see you like this, your reputation will be ruined."。