BANG—
The tightly shut front door was thrown open. Jiangg Ning stormed in, arms crossed, and immediately saw Jiangg Yao sitting on the sofa.
Hearing the door open, Jiangg Yao turned her head as well. She was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, her expression just as cold.
The two locked eyes, and they could almost see the tangible... killing intent in each other's gazes!
In this scene, the identical-looking sisters seemed poised for a life-or-death duel. The standoff before the clash was as beautiful as a painting. A gentle breeze rustled outside the window; apart from the sound of the wind, the living room was so quiet you wouldn't dare breathe.
It was as if everything around them had frozen, sketched by an artist and confined within a frame, with only the two of them remaining vibrantly alive.
