Following behind was A Rong, who held up a black umbrella, lazily trailing behind. The rain slid off the edge of the umbrella, spattering onto the red brick path.
In the villa's living room, a beautiful young girl was sitting on the couch. Her expression was cold, her clear eyes staring emotionlessly at Leng Peixi who just entered.
"Leng Ran!" Upon seeing Leng Ran, an expression of dissatisfaction briefly flashed in Leng Peixi's eyes. She wasn't a fan of this niece. Leng Ran was too much like her when she was young, and her youth was far from pleasant.
Those were her most painful memories.
"Auntie!" Leng Ran stood up from the couch, her calm gaze piercing as she addressed Leng Peixi. "You don't seem too happy about this return. Did something go wrong, or are you not satisfied with the death you caused?"
Leng Peixi's face suddenly changed, her carefully nurtured face twisted with suppressed anger and hatred. She stepped forward and grabbed Leng Ran's throat.
