Jiang Yihuan watched Su Yaoguang's departing figure, her eyes filled with jealousy and hatred.
What's there for her to be so proud of?
It's so easy to ruin a woman, and now she's here alone, it gets even easier.
"Su Yaoguang, laugh, laugh all you want, soon you won't be able to." Jiang Yihuan's eyes were filled with malice.
At night, Su Yaoguang was alone in her room, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
When Zhou Wangshu was around, she thought this room was small, but now that she's alone, it suddenly feels so spacious, which makes her a bit uncomfortable.
She was about to get up to drink water when she suddenly heard a noise outside. She slowly walked to the window, and when she saw a shadow sneakily climbing over the wall, she grabbed the wooden stick next to her.
The person tiptoed into her room.
At the moment he pushed the door open, she swung the stick, hitting the person on the neck with a bang.
