The room was furnished with dated furniture that was maintained as if it were brand new. Lan Mu scanned the room and his gaze fell upon a family portrait next to the television.
In the photo were more than ten people, of various sizes. He immediately spotted Yan Zao in an inconspicuous corner, wearing her junior high school uniform, her hair tied in a ponytail.
Based on the length of her hair, she must have been around the sixth grade. Everyone in the photo was smiling except for her, who kept her lips pursed and expressionless.
This stupid woman really had been arrogant since childhood, treating strangers like this and her family too.
Thinking of Yan Zao's attitude towards him, Lan Mu couldn't help feeling a gnawing hatred again. He turned to look at the woman beside him.
Yan Zao didn't know why Lan Mu suddenly looked at her. She rolled her eyes and walked away.
In Lan Mu's words, she didn't give a damn about him.
