After Yang Zhen left.
The maid trembled as she entered the bathroom.
Sobbing, she removed the mirror fragments embedded in her face.
Took a sharp intake of breath from the pain.
But what pained her more was that her face had been slashed.
Several large cuts appeared.
Even if they heal, scars will likely remain.
Tang Yi arrived at the dining room.
Looking at the meticulously dressed Tang Yi, a subtle unusual look flickered in Yang Yuan's eyes.
Though over the years, Yang Yuan hasn't been completely honest.
He had quite a number of lovers outside.
Yet compared to the woman before him, they paled in comparison.
Previously, Yang Yuan had seen Tang Yi quite a few times.
He had looked at her photos countless times.
The meticulously dressed Tang Yi turned out to be so beautiful.
Yang Zhen arrived at the dining hall as well.
Unlike Yang Yuan.
Yang Zhen showed no sign of happiness on his face.
How could he be happy?
