As Qin Ruan went upstairs, she noticed a malicious gaze coming from downstairs.
She did not need to look back to know who it was from.
In this family, only Han Xian and her daughter, Han Kexin, held such obvious ill-intent towards her.
Qin Ruan reached the second floor and was about to return to her room when she bumped into Han Kexin in the corner, who seemed to have been standing there for a while.
With a gloomy expression and burning hatred in her eyes, Han Kexin fixed her gaze on Qin Ruan.
As if Qin Ruan had committed an unforgivable act.
"I hate you!"
Han Kexin bluntly expressed her hatred for Qin Ruan.
Qin Ruan blinked her eyes, giving a soft chuckle, "What a coincidence, I also dislike you."
More precisely, Qin Ruan hated Han Kexin, and likewise, her malicious mother, Han Xian.
If it wasn't for them, she wouldn't have lost everything and her child in her previous life.
Qin Ruan's indifference agitated Han Kexin even more.
