Living room.
Zhu Qingjia sat cross-legged on the sofa with an expression as if she had lost all will to live.
"Jiajia, what happened?" Wen Sheng rushed over in a hurry, not even having time to change her clothes, simply throwing a long down coat over her loungewear.
"Sheng sister——"
Zhu Qingjia plunged headfirst into Wen Sheng's arms, "Big trouble—I'm doomed, my brother is coming soon, you must think of a solution for me quickly!"
"Did you offend Brother Shifang?" Wen Sheng asked, shocked.
That shouldn't be; Jiang Shifang was famously known for spoiling his sister. Usually, it was Zhu Qingjia who had to deal with him. What on earth had happened?
Never in her life had Zhu Qingjia felt so speechless.
Offending Jiang Shifang would have been fine; he was no match for her abilities. But this time, the death order came from Jiang Ruxin, and she really felt there was nowhere to turn.
