Third Madam smiled sinisterly. "In a battle between wealthy families, not everyone can win. Since ancient times, the one who laughs last is the true winner."
Third Madam's lips curled into a sinister smile.
Qiao An wandered aimlessly on the cold streets. The wind blew into her body, making her feel cold.
Finally she ducked into a bar down the road.
As soon as she sat down, she saw a familiar figure. Li Zecheng's biological sister—Li Ze'en.
Qiao An's lips curled up. Why did she encounter this jinx?
She and Li Ze'en had always been at odds. As the daughter of the Li family, Li Ze'en's circle was always filled with socialites, perfume, and wine.
She despised Qiao An's family for coming from a poor small county, and Qiao An looked down on this profligate daughter who did nothing all day.
