Behind the Buddha hall, two figures stepped out.
The person in the lead wore white clothes, exuding an ethereal aura, with delicate features and a slanted hairpin, resembling a beauty from a painting.
Behind her was an old woman with a cruel appearance.
"Miss Qingxia."
The newcomer was strikingly beautiful, yet Sun Die felt a sudden chill in her heart:
"Why are you here?"
"Why can't I come?" Qingxia laughed charmingly, in stark contrast to the dignified elegance Sun Die remembered, as she leaned toward Yu Yanghong with flirtatious intent:
"Young Master Yu, do you think I can come?"
"Of course you can." Yu Yanghong stretched out his hand, wrapped it around Qingxia's slender waist, and kissed her smooth cheek:
"Not only can you come, but you'll also be the rightful mistress of this house in the future."
"You... you..." Sun Die watched the scene before her, feelings of shock, fear, and disbelief swirling in her heart, causing her to burst out:
"You despicable couple!"
