SIZZLE.
In the entire living room, only the sound of burning joss paper remained. Amidst the swirling flames, the atmosphere was utterly frigid.
Whether it was Song Qiang or the others, they all held their breath, their eyes wide, not daring to make the slightest move.
THUD.
Yu Xiang's foot, which had been suspended in mid-air for so long, finally landed. Taking a deep breath, she quickly pulled Yu Zhen behind her. Her complexion shifted between green and white, completely devoid of her earlier air of superiority, grace, and opulence.
At that moment, Chen Yang's last words echoed ceaselessly in her mind—
"So proud of yourself? Don't cry when I kill you later."
HUMM!
Suddenly, Yu Xiang staggered back several steps. Her high heel twisted, and she nearly stumbled to the ground.
"This..."
"Mom."
