Looking left and right, no matter how many times she looked, there was only an empty stump left downstairs.
Such a large tree had disappeared without a sound in such a short time.
"It's fine, I'll go through the front door!!!" Xia Yuxun clenched her teeth with a head full of black lines, storming out the front door indignantly.
Downstairs in the glitzy grand hall, Leng Sichen was leisurely sitting on a luxurious leather sofa holding a cup of tea, his feet on a pure white velvet carpet, with a European medieval-style painting above his head that looked dreamlike under the bright crystal light...
Hearing the thudding sound of her running down the stairs, Leng Sichen's proud and indifferent eyes lightly floated over as if he were a high and mighty king, exuding an inexplicable pressure...
This arrogant demeanor, especially the expression as if he had done nothing wrong, really made Xia Yuxun's temper flare up.
