Yan Wanqing had heard that petulant voice from afar and subconsciously furrowed her brows.
Accompanied by a series of clattering sounds of things being smashed, she stood at the doorway and saw luggage scattered all over the courtyard.
Li Chengxiang, whom she had wanted to find and chat with, stood silently in the center of the courtyard, beginning to pick up items with a bowed head.
Her expression was impassive, as if she was already very accustomed to such scenes, which was touching to observe.
Upon glancing at the flamboyantly dressed woman on the steps, Yan Wanqing recognized her as the person who had previously hurt her younger sister, Li Chengyuan.
She then heard Li Chengyuan speak.
