Tang Xili stood up and said in a calm voice, "It's okay, it's over."
An Wuyang, who could cry and feel pain, died on a snowy night sixteen years ago.
Tang Xili will not cry or feel pain, and she will not have any weaknesses or soft spots.
After paying tribute to her mother, Tang Xili went back into the villa and took a look around.
All the furnishings in the villa were exactly the same as when she left sixteen years ago.
After her mother died, the An family felt it was unlucky and sold the villa to someone else.
Five years ago, she bought it back and redecorated it according to her memory.
Every corner of this house carries my mother's pain.
She will remember it deeply and inflict it upon the An family a hundredfold or a thousandfold.
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On the way to the An family, Ji Fuzheng talked casually about the network of relationships between the wealthy families in Beijing.
Tang Xili didn't know much about the Beijing circle, so she wrote it all down.
The car stopped on a small road not far from the An Mansion.
Seeing Tang Xili trying to unfasten her seat belt, Ji Fuzheng pressed the seat belt buckle worriedly.
"Sister, do you really have to go? The An family is not a good family. I'm afraid they will do something bad to you..."
"It's bad for me?" Tang Xili said, as if she had heard a very funny joke. "I have the blood of the An family in my body. They are not good people, so what good can I be?"
Ji Fuzheng's cerebellum was almost atrophied by her crazy and mocking smile.
Okay, he was worrying too much.
What is he worried about when he uses his own bodyguards to protect others and prevent them from causing any deaths?
What he should worry about is whether the home is big enough for her to play.
Judging by the time, the bodyguards should be here soon.
I just hope she can be more restrained and not get herself into jail right after returning home—
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