Yu Jingrong looked at the woman standing outside, dressed in a purple dress that fell to the knees, with a wide spread skirt. Over her shoulders was a black, translucent lace sleeveless strap combined with the same purple silk shawl. Her long hair was pulled back, she was slightly lifting her head, pulling a suitcase, like a finely dressed lady who was about to travel.
She was not pleased with her arrival, "Mo Liusha, why are you here?"
Mo Liusha did not wait for an invitation, she came in, dragging her suitcase behind her. She neither explained her reasons for coming, nor cared about whether Yu Jingrong was happy about her arrival.
She stood in the living room, looking around at the two-story apartment. The ceilings were extremely high with a crystal chandelier hanging from them. The place exuded an understated luxurious charm. On one side, there were two arched doors; through the glass doors, one could see a massive garden in the backyard—a fairly expansive view.
