Having had enough of the excitement, I was about to turn and leave when I met a pair of dark, deep eyes.

He was the first person to strike him that day.

"you--"

"So it was you who started the fire. I was the first one to hit you that day, but instead of burning down my house, you burned down these people who knew nothing about it."

You really should pick the softest persimmons to squeeze.

The homeowner's son threw the oil drum he was holding to the man and turned to run away.

Where are you going to run to?

Having done so many wrong things, there's no escaping it.

The man roared, and a group of people followed him to confront the homeowner.

What will happen to this man afterward?

Ning Hong didn't know, and didn't want to know.

Most guesthouses have a backyard, a private courtyard.

Ning Hong didn't want to live outside the inn with her sister, so she rented a small courtyard in the inn for the two of them to live in.

Mo Xiaomei is extremely beautiful.

At such a young age, she already possesses the charm of Su Zhen in her prime. She has surpassed her predecessor, especially her eyes, which seem to have hooks at the corners. It's a good thing they haven't fully opened yet; otherwise, once they do, they'll likely attract a huge wave of admirers.

Moreover, she bears the resemblance to Mo Wen, inheriting only the good-looking features of her parents.

If it weren't for the veil covering her face, with this girl's looks, their whereabouts would probably be exposed very soon.

Looking at her sister's stunningly beautiful face, Ning Hong thought, "Why don't we just temporarily ruin that face to avoid attracting some heartless people?"