That was why she didn't want to be involved with Rong Zhan even more.
She didn't plan to see how those people "love" each other during her trip home either.
Revenge could not be rushed. She would control everything from behind the scenes and slowly watch this family morph from a loving one to one that tortured and killed each other before one side won. This way…
She smirked coldly.
Maybe she would feel even more accomplished?
Sang Xia left the bathroom, changed into a black outfit and headed home.
"Give me another ten minutes. I'm arriving."
Rong Zhan hung up Tang Ye's call and stepped on the accelerator, driving towards the nightclub.
A luxurious and eye-catching Ferrari sports car flew across the road. A man had a cigarette between his lips as his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. The slightly long hair before his forehead covered half of his eyes, but it couldn't hide the dark aura around him.
