As long as she could get her hands on all of the recordings, she would definitely send Yan Shuirou to prison without a moment's delay, making her taste the pain she once endured!
Just as Yan Xiaye was puzzled by the meaningful words of the man in the recording, suddenly, a sharp voice rang out from behind her, filled with terror as if she'd been greatly frightened: "Yan Xiaye, what were you just listening to!"
The scream came so unexpectedly that it caused Yan Xiaye's heartbeat to momentarily stop. Clutching her phone, she hurriedly looked back.
The pure white door of the bedroom was ajar, and Yan Shuirou, wearing a form-fitting, elegant nightgown, stood there, her face drained of color.
"What are you doing here?" Yan Xiaye asked, instinctively frowning and annoyed at herself for forgetting to lock the door.
But after all, this was the Li Family's old house. How had Yan Shuirou managed to get past the Old Madam and shamelessly move in?
