The servants at the door held their breath, not daring to make a single sound, fearing that they might provoke Lan Huan, who was in a fit of anger, and bring disaster upon themselves.
Lan Huan walked straight out, the room door closed with a "bang," and Lan Yue fell to the floor powerlessly, tears silently falling.
She could feel that Lan Huan was telling the truth.
If she left recklessly, Lan Huan might really take An Ziqi's life.
Previously, Xiao Chen had taken her back to the Xiao Family to meet An Ziqi. Unlike them, her smile was pure and warm, giving people a feeling of being bathed in the spring breeze, always making others instinctively want to protect her.
People like them, who had been entrenched in the underworld for years, longed for sunlight, longed for warmth.
She thought, perhaps this was why everyone in the Xiao Family cherished her and did their utmost to protect her.
