The gun in Shen Chengjing's hand fell to the ground. Her body stiffened as she looked at Shen Ziqian who was in the driver's seat.
"Haha, she set herself up." Shen Ziqian laughed wildly. She had gone to drink a few glasses of wine, but was already tipsy.
Just as she was about to go home, she did not expect Shen Chengjing to appear in front of her.
She observed her surroundings. There were no surveillance cameras. As long as Shen Chengjing died, the world would be peaceful. No one would compete with her anymore.
"Shen Ziqian." Shen Chengjing closed her eyes and called out hatefully.
Shen Zhicai had taken away all the assets that her father had left behind. Shen Ziqian had stolen everything that belonged to her. She had endured all the insults and lived in the so-called 'Shen Residence' for many years. She had never thought of taking revenge, but these people did not let her live well.
