The front door slammed shut, sending the glass above crashing down in smithereens.
Zhao Jieyun snorted, completely unfazed. Finally got rid of this woman. Time to tidy up.
Sun Lijuan stormed out with her bag, silently vowing in her heart, I will never let things end well for you, Sun Chan, and Gu Junming, and that Zhao Jieyun, none of you will have peace!
As she walked, a girl in a white dress came towards her, and caught off guard, she bumped into her.
The girl shouted irritably, "Are you blind? Bumping right into me!"
Sun Lijuan glanced at the girl, who bore some resemblance to Zhao Jieyun, and her heart stirred. Could this be the sister?
She wiped away her tears and said, "Are you Yang Yun?"
Yang Yun looked at her, dressed in a cheap dress, carrying a clunky old bag, obviously a countryside bumpkin. She couldn't hide her disdain.
