Qin Yuyan was crying as she ran out of the residential complex.
Her white down jacket was covered with splotches of mud, and her beautiful face bore the clear mark of a slap, making her look utterly disheveled.
On the streets, filled with the festive atmosphere of the New Year, she seemed completely out of place.
She hailed a taxi to Han Yifan's villa and, after ringing the doorbell, Qin Yuyan suddenly felt apprehensive.
She should have changed her clothes and freshened up before coming here.
Before she could turn around and leave, the door opened, revealing a woman in a black leather skirt with a curvy figure standing in front of Qin Yuyan.
"Who are you?"
Qin Yuyan asked sternly.
"Young Master Han, your fiancée is here..."
The questioned woman didn't answer but opened the door wider, making way for Qin Yuyan to enter.
The strong rhythm of the music was amplified instantly, and Qin Yuyan had only walked a few steps forward when she stopped dead in her tracks.
