Ying Yimei looked at the bedroom door, which was wide open.
The red dress was torn into pieces and strewn all over the floor. It was completely ruined.
She suspected that the man had deliberately torn the dress.
What was she supposed to do now?
She had no clothes to wear, and she couldn't possibly stay in the room forever.
How was she going to step out of the room and the clubhouse?
It was all that old woman's fault.
Wait a minute...
Maybe she colluded with the rest of her family to trick her.
This was all that old woman's fault.
Why couldn't the old woman just die already?
She had brought misfortune to Ying Yimei.
Ying Yimei blamed Grandma Li for everything that had happened.
Ying Yimei pulled the bedsheets toward herself. She wrapped herself tightly with it before walking out of the bedroom.
