In the dark of night, Xu Jiaojiao walked alongside a low-spirited Pei Wenwen in the courtyard.
"Wenwen, I'm sorry!"
Xu Jiaojiao expressed her apology in a low voice.
"Why are you apologizing to me?"
Pei Wenwen's voice was hollow, neither happy nor sad, devoid of any emotion.
"When Xiao Chen hit you, I didn't check on you right away. Instead, I went to persuade Xiao Chen to leave, thinking that..."
"No need to explain that, it's all in the past!"
Pei Wenwen interrupted Xu Jiaojiao, looking up at the sky, her thoughts unknown.
"Wenwen!"
At this moment, an excited Pei Jiahong ran over, took Pei Wenwen's hand, and said, "Come with me!"
"Dad, where are we going?"
"Don't you want revenge?"
"Revenge?"
Pei Wenwen was taken aback, while Xu Jiaojiao's expression changed.
"Uncle, are you talking about Xiao Chen?"
Pei Jiahong gave Xu Jiaojiao a glance and coldly sneered, "This time, he's as good as dead!"
