Leng Yilin's face was livid, his heart ached from her hate-filled gaze. He had endured for so many years, but at this moment, he couldn't hold back any longer. He let go of her and, wordlessly, turned away.
Jiang Yuan was startled at first. This was the first time Leng Yilin hadn't indulged her temper and coaxed her. Clenching her teeth, she sneered, "Go on, go on. Now that your son has power, you look down on Baibai. That's fine, my daughter and I can depend on each other for survival."
Leng Yilin's steps faltered, his hand clenched into a fist at his side. He said nothing, pulled open the door, and stormed out.
Jiang Yuan stared blankly at the closed door. After a while, she snorted coldly, her heart attaching itself again to Leng Yanbo.
...
Wei Anning slept until noon before waking up. She got out of bed, put on a coat, and went out the door. The hallway was quiet, yet outside the sounds of firecrackers for New Year's Eve occasionally exploded.
Which startled her.
