A luxury sedan came to a stop in front of a villa.
Xia Wei said goodbye to her bestie, made plans for tomorrow, opened the door and got out, walking steadily into the big villa that was her home.
As soon as she entered, she couldn't help but hug her frail arms.
The air conditioning inside the house was a bit cold.
In the living room, her half-brother Ling Yun was half-reclining on the sofa watching TV.
His left arm was in a white bandage, and there were bruises around his mouth and eye sockets, his right hand loosely clutching the remote control, constantly changing channels, and finally, failing to find a satisfactory program, he threw the remote angrily onto the tea table, a face full of ferocity.
But when he saw Xia Wei return, Ling Yun's eyes lit up, and the ferocity in his face vanished instantly, changing from a wild dog to a puppy.
"Sis."
Ling Yun greeted her with a smile that was very well-behaved.
Seeing the injuries on Ling Yun's face, Xia Wei said helplessly,
