"Li Beicheng, if it's a dream, keep it in the dream."
Yan Xiaye shot back without hesitation, turning to walk towards the other side of the corridor.
In her memory, Shen Aili always had a habit of collecting tableware, and the display cabinet was often deliberately placed in the guest room, intended to let guests judge the Li Family's financial power by it.
In the past, she disliked this blatant show-off, yet she couldn't comment on Shen Aili's preferences.
As a result, after all these years, Shen Aili still had that kind of vulgar taste, putting the display cabinet in the room where Yan Shuirou once stayed.
Behind her, Li Beicheng's eyes narrowed sinisterly, maneuvering his wheelchair to follow her.
The wheels rolled across the floor, making a sparse rustling sound, impossible to ignore.
"... What exactly do you want?"
