At 9 o'clock in the morning on August 18th, China time, in Gu Qiye's home, on the first floor of this old residential building.
In a secluded shadow by the hallway entrance, a few sneaky figures were crowding together. Their faces showed surprise as they uniformly stared at the uninvited guest outside the house.
Su Zimai bent her knees and knelt on the ground, hiding beside Gu Qiye, her eye twitching slightly.
This family bully, spoiled since childhood, had never felt so aggrieved, staying in her own house yet having to avoid the gaze of outsiders. She thought to herself, is there really no justice anymore?
But there was no choice, especially since their family happened to have a couple of notorious international fugitives.
And in a little while, even this old house where she'd spent many years and essentially her entire youth would soon have to be officially turned over.
