C2277

"How did you do it?" Scarlett looked at Yan Qingyi with disdain, "Is it because you played the tune of that day?"

"Who cares?" Yan Qingyi glared at her sternly.

"I really can't control it!" "But, Miss Christina, you shouldn't be too happy too early. Perhaps the Duke simply thinks you're fresh, and if he has enough fun with you, he'll put you in the attic again!"

Yan Qingyi laughed coldly