Yan Luoxi grabbed her bag and walked over. In that instant, many thoughts flashed through her mind, but no matter what, she couldn't quench the hatred in her heart.
In the short distance she walked, Yan Luoxi's mind spun with countless thoughts, but in the end, she didn't do anything as she passed by her.
"Yan Luoxi!" Li Youran suddenly called out to her.
Yan Luoxi paused in her steps and turned her head to look coldly at Li Youran. It must be said that Li Youran was only two years younger than Li Yeqi. Now, at the age of thirty-three, her face was as well-maintained as a young girl's, and nothing had changed from five years ago.
"What can I do for you, Miss Li?"
Li Youran stared at her indifferent little face, seething with jealousy. If this woman hadn't appeared in her brother's life five years ago, her brother would have waited for her to come back, then married her to make up for the decade of regret.
