C258 Dark Cuisine Master

Mu Yan held her in his arms and stroked her seaweed-like long hair. "Don't say anymore. Didn't Qin Su not allow you to speak? You'd better listen to him obediently. Otherwise, if you can't raise your throat well, how can you sing in the future?"

Lin Xingchen only remembered now that if her throat was damaged, the sound line in the future might not be as clear as it was now