"My house... my home..." Lin Xiangwan wailed despairingly, as if bidding farewell to someone very dear to her.
Hot, passionate tears streamed down her face, quickly tracing twin trails down her cheeks. Standing atop the wreckage, she didn't care about the dust in the air, continuously expressing remorse, saying, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I failed to protect you all. I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
Qin Muchuan watched everything with a sneer, thinking this woman knew how to put on quite a show.
Nevertheless, he had no intention of enjoying the spectacle. The thought of soliciting such a woman made him feel like he was going mad.
Luckily, she had rejected him; everything could be redeemed.
"Let's go," he coldly ordered the driver.
The luxurious nanny car turned around on the spot Lin Xiangwan occupied and left mercilessly...
......
In the morning, at Jiangcheng City airport.
