The door opened with a creak. It was not Lu Qin who opened the door, but a woman in pajamas. The woman had probably just taken a shower as her body was moist with steam. Even her face was flushed.
"It's you?" Su Muran's pupils shrank.
"Why are you here?" She had a bad feeling in her heart. It was her. Why, why was she here? She was her. Lu Qin was here too. No.
This was impossible. This was absolutely impossible. This was not what she wanted.
She pushed Sun Yuhan away abruptly and stumbled inside.
Sun Yuhan continued to towel her hair. She closed the door lightly with her red lips curved.
Of course, she had no fear of being caught in bed. Maybe it was a good thing as she would like to see whether Lu Qin would choose her, the eldest young lady of the Ye family, or this half-dead woman from the Su family.
How could an obsolete Su family compete with an influential Ye family?
