Prince? This person has a problem with the brain, or is the tongue touching the problem? Evelyn looked at him with horror.
“Say, who are you?” Yan Jin slowly walked up to her and forced her to the corner of the desk.
Evelyn is even more surprised. “I am a vine, lord, have you forgotten? You asked me to come and serve.”
“I? A slave also dared to call me in front of this prince?” He stretched out his slender fingers, jerked Evelyn’s chin, lifted her face, examined her carefully, a trace of doubtful light. The **** red scorpion flashed and passed away.
Evelyn didn’t realize it. His strength was too great. He felt that his chin was going to be pinched off. He shouted, “The slave is wrong.”
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