Ye Shixian's blood boiled, and her vision swam.
A torrent of curses was on the tip of her tongue, but it was as if something was blocking her throat. She couldn't get a single word out.
Even in her wildest dreams, she would never have imagined that Ye Yunfeng would be here, waiting for her!
And the things he'd said—in the entire Capital City, weren't he and his siblings the ones who most wanted to kick her while she was down? How dare he put on such a hypocritical act!
Her nails dug into her palms. Each word seemed forced through gritted teeth. "This is my home! What right do you have to interfere?"
Ye Yunfeng blinked, asking with feigned curiosity, "Huh? Isn't this Murong Ye's residence? Has he already given you the deed?"
There was no greater way to twist the knife.
