"Oh, how dare Shaocheng bully Miss Yu, Qi Xue, people are much more spicy than you, you learn a little."

Ouyang Feng's grumbling was not good. She knew that the poor man must have something to hate. Tears were just a weapon for her to gain sympathy.

"Look at what you said, people are quiet enough to wronged, how do you still sarcasm her..."

Yang Qixue held the quiet and elegant hand sympathetically: "Leave Ouyang Feng alone, and he will do this virtue."

Quietly, elegantly and with a smile, "It doesn't matter. I didn't know him on the first day."

Finished, she rubbed her forehead: "I'm a little tired, you...