It was too frivolous then, and it is still frivolous now. "Get out - get out - woo hoo -" a shrill female voice came from a European-style villa. "Let me go... Let go..." "Young lady, don't make things difficult for us!" A middle-aged man who looked like a manager looked at the woman hiding in the corner with a troubled expression. A large number of men stood aside, neither moving nor moving. The woman in the corner has her black hair loose, and the snow-white chiffon highlights her fair skin. She kept squatting in the corner of the room with her head slightly lowered, shaking her head constantly, tears falling in series on her hands. It's really unbearable... "I don't want... Don't... Wuwu..." She has been immersed in her own world. "Young mistress..." The steward just broke into a cold sweat and shouted. "Don't call me Mistress-" The woman screamed and raised her face. Her facial features are very regular, and her eyes are red and phoenix, and she looks so confused at this moment. Small nose, pale and colorless mouth... Really cute... "I'm not, no..." "You are, you will always be!" Suddenly a nice and domineering voice came from the door.