Bang!
The door was slammed shut.
Tong Ran gasped for breath as she walked downstairs, in the main living room, several people were moving out the Steinway & Sons piano that Mo Nanjue had bought for her.
Steward Zhou was directing the positioning.
She hurried over, "Are you taking this away?"
"Miss Tong, this was ordered by the Young Master last night," Steward Zhou nodded, "The Young Master said it was useless to keep it and told us to take it to the crematorium to be burned."
Tong Ran: "..."
He was going to burn the piano he had given her?
Seeing her face turn pale, Steward Zhou also sighed and carefully asked, "Miss Tong, did something happen between you and the Young Master? He ordered that, from now on, as long as you were in the Imperial Dragon Mansion, we shouldn't prepare anything for you..."
"It's nothing," Tong Ran said stiffly with a shake of her head, "Let him do as he pleases."
