Did they not have a chance to object?
An Beiguo looked at him and smiled triumphantly.
However, after going out the door, the sadness on his face was only for himself to know.
When he returned to the residence, An Lan lay down as he watched the news.
Holding onto the remote control, he laid on the torn and tattered sofa without a smile on his face.
"Second Uncle, for how long more are we going to wait? This broken place has nothing at all. This sofa is so rotten. This TV doesn't have any channel that I can understand, and it's so dirty outside. The food's disgusting too. I want my khaki sofa, my two-meter waterbed, my massage chair, and also…"
"Enough." An Beiguo sat down and looked at An Lan.
"You've caused such a big mess, and you're still not reflecting on your actions."
An Lan's face became dim.
She did not want it to happen either.
Who would have thought that Gu Jingze would take such revenge on their family?
