ore lifting her head, casually tucking her hair behind her ears. Her face, pale from illness, was bare of any tears. Despite Feng Mu's unsightly complexion, she smiled softly."You overestimate yoursel...Xiang Yu scoffed, "A person who doesn't even care for their own daughter, only cares about profit, deserves to go bankrupt!"

"Are you serious" Menglan crossed her arms and said slowly, "Have you thought this through If the Xiang family goes bankrupt, you won't be able to spend money so lavishly anymore. You might even have to sell those cars you like in your garage..."

"Where did all that nonsense come from It's none of your business if I spend my money freely! Get out of here!" Xiang Yu didn't have any sympathy for people other than his wife and sister. He directly pushed Meng Lan aside and kicked at He Hanchuan.

Meng Lan turned her head to look at the three security guards, frowning and saying, "Did you bring you guys here to watch a show Don't you hurry up and stop Shao Xiang"

As soon as he finished speaking, He Hanchuan had already grabbed Xiang Yu's outstretched leg and pulled it hard.

"Damn it!" Xiang Yu almost fell to the ground, luckily he grabbed the sofa next to him. But because of this split-leg move, his groin was pulled and he was in so much pain that his head felt cold with sweat.

In the blink of an eye, two security guards had rushed forward, one on each side, restraining Xiang Yu.

The other, following Menglan's orders, stepped forward and supported the pale-faced He Hanchuan.

"Director He, how should we handle Young Master Xiang" Menglan asked. "Should we call the police and let them take him away, or something else"

He held the security guard's neck in his arm, beads of cold sweat from his forehead due to the pain trickling down his cheek.

He just glanced at Xiangyu lightly, then retracted his gaze, answering irrelevantly, "Tell the security to delete today's surveillance footage."

"We can stipulate that surveillance footage needs to be kept for over three months," Menglan said.

Perhaps the pain in his leg had subsided, a haze clouded He Hanchuan's eyes, and his pale face was tinged with a blush at some point, "I'll take responsibility for whatever happened if you just delete this layer."

"Alright." Menglan ignored Xiangyu who was shouting from the side, and said to the security guard, "The car is waiting downstairs. You send Mr. He there, you know what to say and what not to say."

The security guards responded in unison and then helped He Hanchuan leave.

The door was locked from the outside, and Xiang Wan couldn't open it from inside. She pounded on the door for a long time, her voice hoarse, but no one opened it.

After about half an hour, Menglan opened the door for her.

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The ground was as bright as a mirror, as if the bloodstains were just a dream.

She ransacked the entire room but couldn't find He Hanchuan and her brother. Her face drained of color as she ran to Meng Lan, her voice trembling slightly, "Lan Jie, do you know where my brother is now"

"He's got a pretty serious injury on his leg, General. Don't you want to know where he is now" Meng Lan's lips curled into a charming arc, but her eyes held no hint of amusement.

"Towards Evening doesn't care about He Hanchuan's injuries, or where he is now. She's holding Menglan's arm and asks again, "Have you seen my brother"

"I saw." Meng Lan gently pried open his hand, a smile tinged with barely perceptible anger. "Not only did I see, but I almost got hit by him. Xiang Shao is becoming more and more formidable."

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But her heart wasn't at ease. She felt that someone like He Hanchuan wouldn't let her brother off so easily.

Menglan gave a soft hum and when she brushed past him, he stopped in his tracks, turning his head to say to her, “You don’t have to work today, just go back and rest.”

"Okay," While it was good to have a rest, towards evening's right eyelid twitched uncontrollably, and an unsettling feeling crept into her heart.

Under everyone's strange looks, she stepped into the elevator barefoot. There was no wind, but underneath her skirt, there was nothing. It was cold and empty, making her feel both ashamed and uncomfortable.

Three men and two women were standing in the elevator. One of the women pointed at Yua, then tiptoed closer to a man's ear and whispered something to him.

Towards Evening couldn't hear what they were saying, but she always felt like they were looking at her and discussing her.

She stood awkwardly in the corner of the elevator, her legs pressed together and her hands clenched tightly at her sides. Her face flushed red and white alternately.

Ding!

The moment the elevator doors opened, Hoshimachi Suisei stepped out from the corner. As soon as the doors slid open, she quickly took a step forward, but was pulled back by someone grabbing her hand.

She turned her head and saw the woman who had been tiptoeing and whispering to the man earlier was pulling on her. "Hello, is there anything you need"

The woman smiled at her, then suddenly bent down and took off the high heels on her feet, placing them in front of her. "We're about the same height, and our feet seem to be about the same size too. You should be able to wear these."

向晚 loosened her grip on the edge of her clothes, her throat tightening slightly. She lowered her gaze to the pink high heels on the ground, remaining silent.

"You don't need to worry about me," the woman said, her eyes curving into a smile. "My husband will just go back and buy me another pair of shoes in a little while."

Towards Evening glanced at her shoes, they were a brand name and didn't look like they had been worn many times. "No need, thank you, I'm..." A staff member here, living very close by.

"Miss, don't be so polite. It just so happens that my wife is fickle and wants to change her shoes recently!" The man directly squatted down, put the woman on his back, and didn't give Xiang Wan a chance to refuse. The two chatted and laughed as they left.

向晚 pursed her lips, took a deep breath, put on the slightly large shoes, and returned to the dormitory.

As soon as she pushed open the door, Zhou Miao came up to her, looking worried and asking, "You... are you alright"

"No." A-wan felt utterly drained. She kicked off her shoes and slumped onto the bed, head bowed. She wanted to call her brother to see how he was doing, but she was afraid of hearing bad news.

Zhou Miao sat down beside her, looking at the numerous kiss marks on her neck. She opened her mouth several times, but couldn't utter a word.

"What's wrong" Xiang Wan didn't look up, her voice laced with undisguised exhaustion.

Zhou Miao opened her mouth, but didn't make a sound. She stood up, walked a few steps on the ground, and then sat back beside Xiang Wan, asking cautiously with a hint of guilt, "Xiang Wan, are you really okay"

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