C332 Beg for Her Help

In the castle of the manor.

There was still a medieval style.

The curtains were embroidered with gold, the stalls were decorated with a variety of complicated patterns, and there were also beautiful calligraphy and calligraphy.

Lei Yu Ting sat on the leather couch in his room and clenched his hands into fists.

Now, Qiao Qiqi was unwilling to follow her home