Standing behind An Yiqing, Zhang Yufeng's mouth twitched hard. She always felt that her lady seemed to harbor strong resentment, her whole body exuding a black aura.
Indeed, An Yiqing felt very resentful, very depressed. Trying to buy land, she encountered the Jiang Family. Buying a dress, she ran into Jiang Xuerou. Now, even when going to a bar to have a little fun, she stumbled upon a mob conflict. Let them fight, but the other side insisted on pulling her into saving him. Heaven knows she's just a bystander.
The surgical knife was sharpened to a crisp sound, and An Yiqing stared at the young man's bloody heart, contemplating how much medical fee she should demand to compensate for her mental anguish.
The East Sky had just lightened. A peaceful night, with no outsider attacks.
