Half an hour later.
Zhu Qingjia, barefoot and in a silk nightgown, had been standing on the velvet carpet in front of the living room window, ranting for more than twenty minutes.
Whatever Jiang Shifang said on the other end of the phone, Zhu Qingjia's face grew increasingly ugly. In the end, she gritted her teeth and said ominously, "Jiang Shifang, you wait for me. I'm coming home right now. My dad will beat you to death!"
The deafening sound made Wen Sheng tremble as she listened.
After hanging up, Zhu Qingjia rushed into the cloakroom to find clothes to put on.
Wen Sheng followed her in, shivering, "Jiajia, did Fu Yanlin really buy your brother's house?"
Zhu Qingjia, pulling a white dress over her head, hair in disarray, said, "My idiot brother was tricked by Fu Yanlin into selling the house. Now it makes sense how the furniture I saw the other day during the move was nothing like my brother's taste!"
Wen Sheng suddenly felt as if she was tightly grasped by Fu Yanlin.
