There was a saying that the one who seeks vengeance should prepare two coffins. One for your enemy and one for yourself. Su Xiaofei knew that it was too early for her to die, and she should never put her neck in line again after what happened. Earning Master Ouyang's favor and having Yun Xiang in the palm of her hands would be useless if she ended up being dead.
"What are you scheming about now?" Lu Qingfeng's voice brought Su Xiaofei back to reality. She was in the foyer of her home, watching the fireworks lighting up the dark sky. It seemed that they had neighbors who were still not satisfied with the fireworks display that kept everyone busy while she was burning with fever on her own bed.
"What made you think that I'm scheming something?"
Lu Qingfeng joined in and stood right next to her, while everyone was busy trying to find a good spot where they could see the fireworks clearly.
