Mo Xuetong could not remember how Feng Yuran sent her home. Her hands and feet were still icy cold when she returned to her room.

Auntie Fang was still well and alive to plot against her. This made her feel terrible.

She thought of her deceased mother and how she had died in that woman's hands. Rage filled her vision earlier and she had almost rushed down if Feng Yuran had not hugged her tightly and covered her mouth. She did not know why she was so rash, she had ...