On a roof of the Li Mansion, a figure in red was lying prone. With her keen eyesight, she could clearly see the expressions of Li Heyu and the others in the Li Family's main hall. Even from such a distance, she could still feel the grim, murderous atmosphere.
Her heart was a maelstrom of emotions—worry, resentment, guilt... It was a truly complicated feeling. With a long sigh, she murmured, 'If Xiaoya knew I still harbored old feelings for the Qin Family, I wonder if he'd be angry.'
"Yes, I am very angry."
Suddenly, a voice sounded right next to Qin Yuxiang's ear. She turned her head to find a figure had appeared beside her—it was her nephew, Qin Ya.
"Xiaoya, what are you doing here?" Qin Yuxiang looked rather awkward, like a little girl caught sneaking candy.
