Fu Jiajia crossed the entrance hall.
She arrived at the back garden, far away from the disturbance at the front. She felt suffocated and irritated, and it took a while for her to get over it.
She turned her head.
And looked at the door behind her.
In the flickering shadows of the lights, the echoes of laughter still lingered in the hall and in her mind, refusing to fade. This was supposed to be her home, but now, she felt like she was under other people's roof.
Having to look at a stranger's face.
This stranger was also her enemy!
Fu Jiajia hurriedly wiped the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Only she and her father were left at home. Her father couldn't make decisions, and she had no ability herself. She could only watch helplessly as Jiang Ruan strutted around in her house.
The current situation.
Was more unbearable than death!
Full of rage, she kicked at a wooden chair by the side of the road.
To vent the anger in her heart.
Ding——
