Su Chengxuan's face was bruised and swollen when he got home, much to Zhang Juan's dismay.
Zhang Juan's health had improved a lot, in fact, she knew she wasn't sick, the Zhuo Family just didn't want to let her out of the mental hospital.
During her time in the mental institution, she was surrounded by mad people every day, almost becoming a real patient herself.
Now, she still had a quick temper, as if a small flame was burning in her heart.
The house was arranged by Su Jingyu, when she was in the Liu Family, a family with a lot of money.
"Mom, where's my sister?"
Zhang Juan pulled him down to the couch, her broken fingers limited the dexterity of her hand.
"Your sister is at the Liu Family's, what do you need from her? What happened to your face?"
Zhang Juan had seen Lin Xiaozhu's daughter today, that little bitch didn't die abroad, but instead came back alive and married into the Zhuo Family.
In contrast, her own daughter married a man older than Su Guohua.
