"I'm okay with that." Yan Huan did not mind; as long as Little Bean had food to eat and water to drink, the cat would be in no danger of starving to death. Ye Shuyun had been Yan Huan's aunt-in-law in her previous life, and Yan Huan vaguely remembered her to be sophisticated and kind-hearted—the type of woman who would never abuse a cat. Little Bean would be in safe hands.
After ending the call, Yan Huan tossed her phone into her handbag. She was ready to leave now.
Su Muran. Mei Rushi. Let's see who gets the last laugh.
Yan Huan's lips suddenly curved into a smile. Her eyes, filled with mocking disdain, gleamed with excitement at the prospect of revenge, but it was hard to tell whether she was trying to avenge herself, or someone else.
Once she arrived on the set, Yan Huan found a chair in a corner and seated herself. She watched Su Muran impassively; the latter was in the middle of shooting a scene.
