Back home, Zhou Shiran sat tensely on the sofa, breathing heavily.
The threat from her daughter kept echoing in her mind.
Damn it, what should she do in this situation?
After thinking for a bit, she picked up her phone and called Dong Jing again.
Seeing it was Zhou Shiran, Dong Jing flat-out turned off her phone.
Damn old woman, does she still want to use her to go against An Ning?
She really thinks others are stupid, as if she's the only smart person in the world.
"Zhou Shiran, you'd better not mess with me, or I won't let you off." Dong Jing said hatefully.
...
Zhou Shiran, who couldn't get through the call, angrily threw the phone onto the sofa. "Damn it, this woman is really cowardly, if I had known you're so useless, I wouldn't have bothered to collaborate with you back then!"
Her gaze returned to the house, which was once again empty, so empty that it made her heart ache. "Where's sir? Hasn't he come back yet?"
