"Sis."
"Qingyu."
As the chandelier turned on, a stunningly beautiful woman in a white silk nightgown was sitting on the sofa with one hand propping up her head. Her seemingly calm face carried a hint of anger—it was none other than Su Qingyu. She was furious that Su Ziqing and Ye Shikai dared to sneak away right in front of her at noon, which caused her to explode with rage.
Three minutes later...
Su Qingyu placed a hand on the coffee table, her two delicate fingers tapping incessantly, producing a deep and rhythmic knocking sound. Her cold eyes stared at the two people opposite her on the couch. Ye Shikai and Su Ziqing were like little school children who had done something wrong, hanging their heads low, not daring to meet Su Qingyu's gaze, looking aggrieved, while the entire living room plunged into a deathly atmosphere.
