The bubble of a beautiful dream was punctured, and the sunlight unabashedly refracted in, dazzlingly bright.
But Mai Encui felt not a trace of warmth; on the contrary, it was as if she had plunged into an ice cellar, cold all over.
Is this a beautiful dream?
No.
It was clearly a nightmare in disguise!
Like a hideous monster finally tearing off its mask to open its bloody mouth toward her.
The property staff hadn't left, silently watching her. Probably afraid that this poor person might damage the villa?
But wasn't this villa supposed to be hers?
The hysterical cries of her husband before being taken away were still ripping through her ears.
Jiang Chen!
Jiang Chen!!!
Mai Encui jolted, as if waking from a dream, ignoring the scolding of being looked down upon by the property staff, grabbed her bag, and hurried out, almost tripping.
Husband and wife are like birds of the same forest; when disaster comes, they fly separately.
But it's not a disaster yet.
