Chapter 117: Arrangement

Cen Xia was imprisoned in the attic that had once hosted her countless laughs.

Except for the big bed where she and Chi Jinyan used to sleep together, all sharp objects were moved away.

The anti-theft nets on the doors and windows completely isolated her from the outside world.

The door opened slightly, and Chi Jinyan personally brought her dinner.

Cen Xia was still sitting on the bed, staring at the endless void outside the window. This time she was surprisingly calm and did not cry.

Chi Jinyan looked at the familiar face, trying to get her to respond, "Cen Xia, I plan to sell Qingcheng Villa."

Cen Xia didn't react at all. This matter had nothing to do with her.

He stared at her cold and distant face, and the tenderness in his eyes turned into loss. "And your piano, I plan to deal with it as well."

Cen Xia finally responded, slowly turned around, and said with a cold look, "Well, you have no right to deal with it."

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