She was jealous, mad jealousy, hatred, mad hatred.
What right did sang Xia have to get what he could not?
No, she should have received even less than him!
She should die!
After Rong Zhan entered the elevator, sang zhirou slowly walked out from the dark. Her gaze shifted from the elevator to the car parked outside.
at that moment, her eyes seemed to be filled with stubbornness and a psychological illness.
At this moment, two security guards were smoking outside the door. One of them mumbled impatiently, " what's going on? why is there a power outage again? "
" it's still daytime. there's no need to rush. someone has already gone to check! "
The other one also said vaguely while smoking.
In less than a minute, the two of them came in.
it was as if no one had noticed all this.
