Wen Nian glanced at Zhuo Ting, one hand in his pocket, he strode out, behind him was the shrill, piercing scream of Song Xiangqiao struggling!
Tang Xiaohua, holding Tang Xiaocao's hand, stood outside. The summer breeze was not at all cold, drying Tang Xiaohua's half-wet clothes.
The sharp and painful cries of Song Xiangqiao almost tore through the seemingly peaceful black night.
At that moment, she thought back to the scene in her previous life when Song Xiangqiao visited her in prison, so arrogant and full of herself...
Rebirth... She really didn't know how much time this process had taken.
But if she were to speak from feeling alone, it was but an instant.
The moment before, she was executed, her body riddled with countless bullet holes; the next, she woke up in the President Mansion's master bedroom.
Just like that, an instant...
In that instant, her heart harbored nothing but extreme fear, anger, and hatred!
