The house was dark when Chen Xiaoqian got home.
Her mother was not there and had probably gone to her uncles' house to cry, while her father was also not home and had surely left to play mahjong all night.
Her brother, Chen Zilong, was not home either. He was probably still stuck in a trance inside the internet café.
Only the light in Qu Xue's room was still on.
It was amazing that a homewrecker like Qu Xue still had the audacity to stay there and sleep so soundly after what she did.
Chen Xiaoqian pondered.
She could crash into her room and hit her repeatedly with a stool, or curse at her. However, she would not do something that would lower her status or image.
'I hate people who solve problems with physical violence. I don't need to lift a finger to settle something with my wit. I hate those who resort to physical violence. They don't have any skills at all,' Chen Xiaoqian pondered as she went upstairs.
