Zhuang Jie Ning suddenly burst into laughter, her voice light and brisk as she said, "Bian Yue, congratulations, you've escaped death once again!"
Her smile was sarcastic, and the congratulations in her words were completely insincere.
Leaning against Shen Jinci's chest, Bian Yue didn't respond; she spoke softly, "Jinci, I want to rest."
Shen Jinci agreed, then carried Bian Yue upstairs.
As he passed Zhuang Jie Ning, his step faltered, a slight chill spreading before he looked away and continued upstairs.
Zhuang Jie Ning stood there, feeling a chill piercing her spine; the smile on her face was nothing more than a deliberate disguise, and it vanished without trace the moment Shen Jinci left.
She seemed to have lost her soul, slowly crouching down, and after a long while, she let out a bitter laugh.
Li Sihe's car quickly followed, stopping right in front of Zhuang Jie Ning.
Zhuang Jie Ning coped with the weakness in her legs and forced herself to stand.
