"Gu Zhuyang, what are you doing?!"

Gu Yanxue was on the phone by the window when she suddenly heard a loud bang. The door was kicked open, slammed against the wall, and bounced back violently.

A sudden gust of cold wind hit her face. She was both shocked and angry, staring incredulously at Tong Su who rushed in.

"What's wrong with you? I locked the door, how did you get in?" She turned her head to look at the doorknob and then noticed that the lock was a little twisted. "Why don't you go back to your own room and stay here? What are you doing here?"

Damn it, why did the lock have to break at this time? Gu Zhuyang managed to break in.

Fortunately, she hung up before the call went through. If someone had suddenly rushed in while the call was in progress, that would have been a disaster!

Thinking this to herself, her resentment and anger intensified. She snapped, "Don't you have any manners at all? Barging in without knocking, what kind of class is that?"

"What manners? You're just a little better than me!" Tong Su sneered. "This is my room. I'm entering my own room, why am I knocking?"

Gu Yanxue frowned.

What does this damn little bitch mean? Is she here to take my room? Ha, where does she get the guts and confidence from!

This bedroom was a princess room that Yang's mother had specially prepared for her daughter.

The walls are covered with beautiful wallpaper, there is an exquisite wrought iron princess bed, a gorgeous crystal chandelier, and the wardrobe, desk, dressing table, and even the ornaments are all exquisite.

When Gu Yanxue first came to this house, she was already envious of this room.

Thinking about her own impoverished life in a small town, and then looking at Gu Zhuyang's dreamy life like a little princess, she had long harbored a deep resentment towards Gu Zhuyang!

They were born to the same father, so why is she allowed to live in a bustling city, reside in a luxurious villa, wear exquisite and expensive clothes, attend a prestigious school, and have servants and drivers to take care of her whenever she goes out?

As for herself, she followed her mother to her father's hometown without any status or identity. Her mother did not marry her father, and the father's column on the household registration book still listed her as her uncle. Why couldn't she call her own father "dad"?

Now that's settled, that woman surnamed Yang is dead. This huge house will belong to her and her brother in the future, while that little bitch Gu Zhuyang can just wait to be tormented to death by her!

She pretended to be nice for a while, but as soon as her father applied for Gu Zhuyang's death certificate, she pestered him to move into this bedroom that very night, and the room was tidied up the next day.

Gu Zhuyang's fine clothes, jewelry, gifts, and decorations all went to her, while the photos, notes, and letters left by Yang's mother were all destroyed—she threw away what she could and burned what she could.

Thinking of this, Gu Yanxue laughed even more arrogantly, pointing at Tong Su's nose and cursing, "What do you mean 'your room'? It's mine now! Your room is over there, get out!"

With a wave of his hand, he made a disgusted gesture as if shooing away flies, eager to get rid of Tongsu.

She had assumed that Gu Zhuyang, who was usually timid and cowardly, would be so frightened by her rebuke that he would burst into tears and run away tremblingly.

Unexpectedly, Tong Su remained unmoved, only coldly asking, "Where are the photo albums my mother left behind?"

Gu Yanxue said smugly, "Burn it! Dead people's things are bad luck, why would I keep them? I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Tong Su stepped forward, grabbed her collar, her eyes filled with ice, and slapped her hard across the face!

Snap!