"Let's go." I pulled him, dressed in a red gown.
Yichen walked ahead of me, Qiao Mei holding my heart, while the energy wafting out of her was screaming rage, just like me.
I was so angry I couldn't wait to go into the room and give Zhen Rui a taste of this rage.
The room was a private lounge. In the center, Zhen Rui sat rigid, her face pale with terror. In the other corner, Zhu Ri sat perfectly composed, sipping a glass of water as if she were a guest, though her eyes held a flicker of deep-seated fury.
They sat there as if they were guest.
Jing Xu was perfectly guiding them, his jaw set in anger. Lin Jun was also there, his sleeves rolled up as if he wanted to punch someone, but I would be the one doing the punching this time.
I walked in, and the atmosphere dropped to sub-zero. I didn't look at anyone in the room, not even Zhu Ri. I walked directly to my sister, who flinched as I approached.
