Huo Jiuxiao had driven her out of the Huo Family, but without him, she would never have known that Huo Weichen had tried to kill her time and time again, and each time was more vicious than the last. Her mother, whom she trusted the most, had ranked them in her heart from the beginning. Either of the two sons could be first, but it could not be her.
If she hadn't been expelled from the Huo Family, she might have died without a burial place one day in the future.
Therefore, her hatred for Huo Jiuxiao seemed insignificant when she was facing Yun Shujing and the others.
"Sooner or later, we'll meet again. When that time comes, it'll be Huo Weichen's death."
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At this moment, the heavy rain in Jinzhou had not stopped, and Yun Shujing stood there like a madman. For a moment, she did not know how to accept the fact that her flesh and blood were killing each other.
